New Year's and a Cat
Jan. 1st, 2019 09:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
child_of_the_airLast night, I stayed with a friend in Boston who, it turns out, is housemates with another person I know but haven't seen in a long time, Sally. This is the second or third time in a row I've visited someone who turned out to be Sally's housemate while she's out of town, which means I've seen her cat, Mios, a number of times without having seen her.
Mios is a good cat. He's also one I have a connection to, because I've known him his whole life. He was born a stray kitten near Emerald City, an MIT cruft house in Cambridge where I used to spend a lot of time. Although they had several residents with cat allergies and couldn't have a cat, they did have a resident who was obsessed with cats, and quite skilled at interacting with them. He fed strays on their porch, including one we called "Small White Kitten," because he was so tiny and pure white. Eventually, Small White Kitten got in a fight with another stray and got an injured eye, and the resident who'd been feeding him managed to take him to the vet and get him to take the eye drops he was prescribed several times a day for weeks.
By this time, winter was approaching, and it was clear that Small White Kitten was well-socialized with humans, but not really cut out for the feral life, and the Emerald residents managed to find an undergrad--Sally--who lived in Random Hall, a dorm that allows cats, and was willing to adopt him. She named him Mios, and I was surprised when I was first introduced to him by that name to realize he was Small White Kitten and still remembered me.
Mios still seems to remember me, years later, or at least is very friendly with me. The friend I was staying with invited me to a New Year's Eve party, but I decided I was too tired and opted to spend the evening alone on my computer, catching up on emails and such. Mios decided to sit on my lap at about 11:30pm and stayed there until 12:15am, so I entered the New Year with a familiar cat on my lap, which is probably a good portent. Especially since I woke up this morning to him nuzzling me, too.
On the other hand, I dreamed about my dad yelling at me and about nuclear war, which probably isn't such a good portent.
Mios is a good cat. He's also one I have a connection to, because I've known him his whole life. He was born a stray kitten near Emerald City, an MIT cruft house in Cambridge where I used to spend a lot of time. Although they had several residents with cat allergies and couldn't have a cat, they did have a resident who was obsessed with cats, and quite skilled at interacting with them. He fed strays on their porch, including one we called "Small White Kitten," because he was so tiny and pure white. Eventually, Small White Kitten got in a fight with another stray and got an injured eye, and the resident who'd been feeding him managed to take him to the vet and get him to take the eye drops he was prescribed several times a day for weeks.
By this time, winter was approaching, and it was clear that Small White Kitten was well-socialized with humans, but not really cut out for the feral life, and the Emerald residents managed to find an undergrad--Sally--who lived in Random Hall, a dorm that allows cats, and was willing to adopt him. She named him Mios, and I was surprised when I was first introduced to him by that name to realize he was Small White Kitten and still remembered me.
Mios still seems to remember me, years later, or at least is very friendly with me. The friend I was staying with invited me to a New Year's Eve party, but I decided I was too tired and opted to spend the evening alone on my computer, catching up on emails and such. Mios decided to sit on my lap at about 11:30pm and stayed there until 12:15am, so I entered the New Year with a familiar cat on my lap, which is probably a good portent. Especially since I woke up this morning to him nuzzling me, too.
On the other hand, I dreamed about my dad yelling at me and about nuclear war, which probably isn't such a good portent.
