With all the awards flying over the blogosphere waves lately, I think Cuca deserves an award of his own. So today, I’d like to say a few words in praise of Cuca, our Curious Cat.
First, Cuca was born on the streets of Toronto, and left his mama at a tender age when Jack found him and we brought him home to stay.
When Cuca grew up, we spent a few months with a woman who doesn’t particularly like cats, and never let Cuca into her room.
Before Cai the puppy came home, Cuca suffered a bad scare from the unsecured exercise pen crashing to the floor beside him.
Subsequently, a strange beast came to live in the cage, eliciting first fear, then curiosity, and verry grradually a purring affection from our street kitty. I think it was the first time puppy Cai washed Cuca’s ears that Cuca’s heart finally melted.
Then we moved.
We have more friends now, including Julie the cat-chasing foxhound, who stays with us Monday evenings while her daddies go out to supper.
Lately, we’ve gotten another little monster. Cuca was just getting used to Fergus when we took away Fergus, Cai, and ourselves for ten days.
Shortly after the family reassembled, workers came to wreak havoc on our eardrums by sawing, drilling, and hammering replacement railings onto our building.
And just to put its two cents’ worth in, when the construction noise finished for the night the sky would rip open and pound us with thunderclaps.
And through it all, Cuca has stayed cool. Incredibly cool. He has nibbled his kibble, shown delight in his morning half-tin wet food, hopped on the table for his treats. When the noise has escalated to racket, he has crouched beside my computer for my companionship. He has accepted Fergus with little fuss, knowing already what a friend the puppy will grow up to be. Cuca has never once thrown up or missed his litter box. I AM SO PROUD OF CUCA!
Here, then, is his “Good Kitty Reward Award”. For all of you who think your cat might deserve one too, feel free to steal my picture and tell the world about your wondercat!