
You may recall a few months back, how deeply saddened we were when one of our cat brothers disappeared. But our loss didn’t compare to Ollie’s, his brother. I’d never seen a cat grieve before–and this was certainly grieving. We finally decided we needed to get Ollie a kitten. Surely, that would perk him up? Right?
It took a while to find one. In these pandemic times, the shelters are empty. We figured it had to be a kitten–it’s hard to combine two adult cats successfully. We found Milt. (Well, I’m a little more formal–I often call him Milton.) His original name was Hamilton, but that was just too long a name on such a tiny fellow.
He is a handful. Initially, Ollie would have NOTHING to do with him. NOTHING. He wouldn’t even stay on the same floor where the kitten was. Too bad for Ollie, Milt was immediately smitten with him. Milt wants to play, and not with some silly kitty toys, Milt wants to rumble. His idea of a suave intro is to run at Ollie, fult tilt, and launch himself at Ollie’s neck. Those little teeth are sharp!
After a week or so, they could occupy the same floor, and another week, they could be in the same room. Now, for the most part, they can hang together–though when Milt gets the kitten zoomies, Ollie heads for the cat door. We’ve even seen them play–though Milt still has a long way to go in the manners department. This week we breathed a sigh of relief that this cobbling of kitty partners will work. We’ve seen them sleep together, and that says a lot. After all, this was supposed to be Ollie’s cat.
Ollie is too deferential to the little guy. He lets Milt push too hard, until Ollie’s only remedy is to flee. Once or twice, though, I’ve seen Ollie up and whack Milt upside the head–when he gets too pushy, and then I knew it would work out. I doubt they’ll ever be as close as Ollie and Stanley were, but there will be companionship in the mix. Oddly, Milt is a pest–and so was Stanley. It appears that Ollie’s lot in life is to be the long-suffering older brother. But, he gets into it, so the balance is slowly returning to our home.

For anyone who knows Housman, Malt does more than Milton can to justify God’s ways to man.
What a good idea to get another buddy. When my 12 yr old male dog died, my 13 yr old female who had raised him from a pup – well I think her heart broke. She never stopped looking for him, never stopped pacing day and night until exhausted, she would collapse for a few hours. She howled for him throughout the day. Wouldn’t eat – would take the dish and bury it and the food in it. I took to cooking for her…she would eat scrambled eggs and little else. Ultimately- she was old, yes. But losing him, that finished her. I’ve never seen anything like it. We got our new pup sooner than we would have because we thought it might give her a spark of life. She mostly pretended he didn’t exist, and in turn, he left her alone It was hard to watch for sure.
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That’s heart-breaking. We are thankful that, even though he is a pest, Milt seems to be worming his way into Ollie’s heart.
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Sounds like it’s going to work out well 😊
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AV I thoroughly enjoy reading your postings. And full disclosure: I am NOT a cat person, am in fact a bit allergic, as I rediscover everytime I visit my sister-in-law and her 2 cats. But Milt has already charmed me and I hope to hear more of the continuing saga. Best of holiday cheer to you and Rick!
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And I have that problem with dogs–so I’ve always been a cat person. We’ll be heading up to the Harbor over the holiday. Good luck to our cat-sitter.
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Mike, I confess, being a cat person, and a person of a certain age, “two cats in the yard” resonates for me. I hope you’re continuing to enjoy a creative retirement, and all the joy that energy brings to the holidays.
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I like Milt – he’s a cutie!
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And a bit of a hellion.
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Hi 2RockChron–We haven’t been in touch for a while now so I do appreciate that I get your posts. I only knew that Kilo died, not that you got 2 kittens. (I honestly have trouble imagining you without Kilo.) I don’t remember if I told you but of the 4 animals I brought over, 3 are gone. Only Rusty is left and 3 weeks ago she started having seizures. She is 14 now and I know the end is not far away. I am having trouble imagining my life without Rusty, tho I know I must prepare for it.
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Hey there! I read that you’re going to get snow! Imagine, snow in Hawaii! Yeah, even now, I have trouble imagining myself without Kilo. I will write a real letter, later today.
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What a Cutie! And a Hellion? Well of course! (I mean, he IS a Kitten, after all… :/)
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Yes, yes, it almost goes without saying. But it’s so long between kittens that you forget what a bundle of trouble they can be. Somehow he got his paws on my eyeglasses…and chewed aroung the edges of the lenses! So now I see little stars of light around the edges of my focal field. No point in getting new lenses now, I need to wait until kittenhood ebbs. It’ll be interesting explaining it to the optometrist.
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Re “explaining it to the optometrist” Not if you went to ours, lol. (Same thing happened to my husband’s a while ago. A cute reminder of (another super-cute hellion) who’s no longer with us either… Still miss him:/
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And yes, we’ve been holding off on getting another here. (Just SO much kitten-proofing to be done!)
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I sat down to write a letter to a friend this morning and had to get up five times for “kitten-corrections.” Our last batch were older when we got them, and I’d forgotten. Right now, he’s asleep–and looks soooooo angelic, that is, until his eyes open.
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HaHaHaHa. Sorry; )
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