Frobbit House
Igreja Nova, Portugal 2024
Ah, the end of the month is nigh once again and the weather here in the Shire is as unpredictable as my fellow felines. One minute it was hot and humid and the next moment it is cold and rainy. Thank the heavens I have a dry, warm and cosy place to stay now although I prefer to prowl around at night. But the house is mine during the day and so is the human.
So it’s been a month since my last journal entry and things have been anything but boring. Just too bring you up to speed – I was born and raised in a Portuguese home before I was abandoned up here. My former owner was a gentle elderly lady and we lived close to the ocean in a yellow house. Thank goodness my human is an animal communicator and I can tell her my stories so she can better understand me. She is by far the only communicator I have encountered in my lifetimes, and the other cats in The Shire can confirm this. It is a major exercise in trust and both humans and animal must learn to adapt to the language used. Humans use words to describe places and emotions, but we animals speak in images. So if we communicate with you, we show you what we want or where we were. This, combined with Reiki, has been an interesting journey for both of us and has made a world of a difference in our relationship. So much so that I ask for hugs and cuddles now, can be carried in her arms around the house, and even spent the night in her bed! I have my own room where none of the other cats dare enter when I am present, and if they do trespass then they are met with my grumbles and growls, as is proper for a feline in my position and rank. Not to mention that I am four times as big as them (the kittens), and twice as big as some of the other adults outside.
Transitioning to a non-Portuguese household has been an intercultural as well inter-species experience to say the least. Among the many things my human has introduced me to, this abomination called Halloween is the strangest. I’ve gotten use to the camera and mobile phone being pointed at me at the oddest times…
… and even sit quietly during mass (or sleep) or a movie, but Halloween is on a totally different planet. For some reason humans deem it necessary to dress up in costumes, decorate the house, worst of all, some of our species get dressed up as well. I certainly tried to be the stoic non-participant in all the nonsense, but I made the terrible mistake of spending time with my human at her desk earlier and she pounced. Thankfully she didn’t have a pumpkin or bumble bee costume for me and I begrudgingly agreed to a cloak. I dare say, I do look rather dashing don’t you think?
When I am in the house for a meal, I demand that no other feline be indoor. It’s not much to ask for, I simply can’t be bothered with incessant chatter and jumping around of kittens or hangry cats from next door. The four kittens, whom I shall henceforth refer to as The Pastries (individually named Brioche, Knautsa, Eclair and Toffee), have finally caught on and they obediently wait for their meal outside. Once I have eaten and retired to my room (which is technically my human’s office), they are allowed in again. They are a rambunctious lot but good natured, young and inexperienced, a bit dense at times pretty much like their father, but alas, the orange is strong in all of them.
As the weather changed and they spend more time indoors now (they were all born under the sofa after all), this is their safe haven, especially during wet and windy days. They have claimed my human as theirs as well, but their learning curve is even steeper than mine. But we have all been offered a life of luxury in the form of our own chairs or sofa to sleep and cuddle on, and they have come to appreciate nights by the fireplace as well.
I am grateful for the month that was, for the adventures I have been on, but most of all, I close this entry on All Hallows Eve wishing you all a good night.
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