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Queen of Toad Hall
If you read Stitching with a Shimmy, you will know that we lost Onyx a few months ago. This leaves us with two cats, one who has adopted each of us. You would think that this is a good thing, but, frankly, we’re all at odds.
First, although Dora has adopted me, and the Queen Lady the EO, there is still a big hole that used to be filled by Onyx. She’s been a part of my life since my heart-sister’s ex brought her home – always trying to hog all the attention in the house. From outside, this was amusing when she and the toddler would fight for my heartsister’s lap, both trying to push the other out. When she lived with me, both before and after toddlerhood of the pseudo-nephew, it wasn’t so funny when it was my old man kitty Rhys being pushed away. But, frankly, when the kiddo was 4 and we adopted her completely, it was the EO’s lap she sat in. Queen Lady and Dora used to be secondary – never truly, and P’s been Queen of the Hall ever since she moved in – but they both generally waited their turns for petting. No longer – they know they don’ t have to wait for the elderly to move, and both of them are more demanding than I thought either of them would become — Dora walks on my embroidery to get my attention, and both of them use “the other human” to make their own jealous. (And are confused when it doesn’t work as well as they think it should…)
I wonder what they’ll do if we adopt a dog?