To Sing, and to Dance
Chapter 4: The Continuing Saga
Newman
07/15/10 11:02 PM
Newman, our cat, is very finicky. He has
some manx in him, and sometimes I wonder if
he is semi-wild because of it. He is
socially retarded, to say the least. He
tends to view us as his family, in the
den...and himself as the hunter who
protects, and sometimes feeds the den with
entrails of a few rodents found around the
yard.
He is easily startled by unfamiliar noises,
and quite frankly, would do very well for
himself in the wild, or on a large farm. He
has killed his fair share of mice, rats,
baby birds and parent birds that might get
in his way of eating the baby birds. We
tried scaring him down from a nest once,
and he just sat there, swatting at the
parent birds as they swooped down at him,
all the while staring us as if to say,
“Get your own tasty eggs....THESE are
MINE”.
No other cats mess with him in his yard,
around his yard, or within a scratching
post distance. Sometimes we don’t see
him for a couple of days, then he shows up,
burs tucked into his fur, and wants to come
inside the house, long enough only to make
sure we’re all still safe and in the
den. It’s as if he takes count,
cuddles with us each for a few minutes
individually, rubs against us, sneaks some
of the dog’s water, and then pulls at
the blinds on the back door to go out
again.
We weren’t really sure what his
reactions would be when we would introduce
Cadence to him a few years ago. But he
loves being around her.
She sometimes will carry him by picking him
up across his shoulders and upper arms,
with his back legs stretched to the ground,
and he lets her, and then sits next to her
wanting more of the same. Now, mind you,
this cat has long claws, and a fierce bite
when he plays. He could easily draw blood
on her. But, he never has.
In fact, just look at these pictures. If
that’s not mutual love and
understanding between the two of them, I
don’t what is.


