Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Christmas lights and a cat flat

At home

Testing the Christmas lights.

Azzie’s apartment. This Edwardian house is now a quadplex because of Aslan’s decline from being named after a heavy-handed Jesus metaphor (Tolkien, a believing Catholic, thought Lewis’ Narnia stories were a preachy ripoff of his fiction) to mental illness, but he’s still loved, and cared for as much as possible. (Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren...) A man who used to live downstairs owned this six-year-old cat then abandoned him, leaving him to his old housemate. Turns out Azzie has a skin condition and had been taking Prozac all his life, an expensive problem animal. The bad skin and his self-semi-starvation make him look like Morris possessed but as far as I know he has never been abused. Quite the opposite. Anyway, Azzie’s recent interest in destroying things got him banished to the unfinished basement/laundry room where he seemed to forget how to use the litterbox. So Ollie, a kind man and a craftsman, turned a windowed corner of the space into a cat flat with towel-covered shelves and ledges and a night light. He lets him out every day to roam because he likes that. (Azzie’s a former indoor pet.) He loves his new home. Nice to see him at night curled up on a shelf next to the light. And he’s using the box again. Seems like he didn’t forget but simply was/is angry. I think Ollie’s given him some catnip too. Enjoy, Azzie.