It never ceases to amaze me that people are interested in Astrid the cat. I get so many messages regarding him.
I thought I would give you a little update. Astrid has grown into a huge cat. He is MUCH bigger than our older cat, Karma. Although he looks like a Russian Blue (with white feet and a pink and black nose) he obviously has a lot of tomcat in him.
What interests me the most is the relationship he has developed with our year and half old miniature schnauzer, Paley.
They absolutely adore each other. They spend almost all day in a faux battle. Astrid doesn't have front claws anymore but DEFINITELY knows how to use the back ones. When challenged he flips over and puts those claws to good use. On Paley's part, she loves to torture Astrid, but because Astrid keeps coming back for more I know they are having a great time.
Paley is a nightmare of a dog. She barks almost constantly throughout the day...squirrels...outside...food...you name it. She is quite vocal. Frankly I think she is teaching Astrid how to be a big pain.
Astrid goes after everything and hops on anything. We are having a big showdown about getting on tables and counters. My lovely Chinese Chippendale dining table has kitty prints all over it...EVERYDAY!
Still, I am happy for Paley and Astrid. Karma the cat is 17 and Roman the dog is 16. They are getting WAY too old to play and prefer at least a 21 hour routine of sleeping. Not Paley and Astrid. They stay up all day looking for trouble.
Paley has even been known to share her dogfood with Astrid....which he hardly needs....he eats more cat food than any cat I have ever been with. He could eat three or four bowls if I put that much out.
I get grumpy with Astrid and his antics...constantly removing him from places he should not be....but I must say I still love the fact that he knows when it is bedtime for me....hops on the bed...and stays until I get up.
From a little kitty that was determined to get into this house...he has become a showstopper and a special part of the family...even though I really don't like finding him in my kitchen sink.
However, I believe the love of an animal (or many like we have) is the key to loving in general. Astrid was determined to live here...and now he runs the house. So be it...with such a willful father (me) I guess I deserve Astrid. I let him in...thus I suffer the trouble...but also get the love. I need to get a new camera (mine broke) and get you all new pictures. He is huge now...and regardless if it is true...he believes he is IN CHARGE!
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