Ziva metamorphosing?

Early night, late morning – don’t ask!

Work was – work. Back at home, Rose tells me Ziva spent most of the day balanced on the fanlight with her Mip Mips watching her from the window sill. When I opened up, I thought she’d surely rush to the door and out … nope. Just sat there, looking at me. So I spent about ten minutes giving her my undivided attention. She only went outside to welcome Rose! Sat on the top step around the corner waiting for her, then came back in with Rose.

Once Rose was here, she went outside though. I closed the door and used that opportunity to change the newspaper in the bird’s cage. I also cleaned the food and water bowls, put in fresh water and fresh food. Rose kindly held the bird while I cleaned his cage. When we put him back inside, he immediately went at the fresh mousse as if he’d been starving all day! Yeah, like starving could happen in my home! No bird, no cat and no person has ever gone hungry in my home!

Then we put the bird back into the spare bedroom and let the Mip Mips out and Ziva back in! Throughout the visit we have the usual ‘Ziva in / Shadow out’ and ‘Shadow in / Ziva out’ exchange at the front door. Seriously, they do that all the time! The other only goes out when the first one comes back inside. I should install a revolving cat-door!

As I’m playing rat-race with the Mip Mips, Ziva starts joining in – not enthusiastically, more ‘experimentally’. Like she’s trying out this ‘play’ thing I keep talking about. Then, at some point she goes through to the bedroom and starts meowing – like something’s wrong? I go look, but she’s just sitting on the bed. Nothing wrong that I can see. She’s been changing, behaving strangely. Like: not running out as soon as the door opens. Nothing worrying as such, just unusual for Ziva.

After Rose left, I started cleaning the litter boxes. Yes, I have two. One in the bathroom with gravel – for the adults, and one in the bedroom with sand for, well, for the whole lot when they’re shut in the bedroom. So, as I’m cleaning the sandbox – Ziva climbs in and gives me some dirty looks. Yeah, she USES the box as I’m busy cleaning it! I have no idea why that was necessary, why she couldn’t use the other one! Bizarre!

Then I try feeding the Mip Mips again – they didn’t eat much when I tried earlier. Lady Jane still insists on being spoon fed! But now, the other Mip Mips have checked this out and have decided off the spoon must taste better, so they all start climbing onto me! Two parrot-fashion on my shoulder, two on my crossed legs – who needs a Christmas tree when you can BE a LIVE decorated tree?

Then the five cats start playing pinball. Yes, I said five. Ziva is now quite happily joining in the fun. I love to see her finally playing – it’s like she’s thawing out. Maybe one of these days she’ll even start to cuddle! I keep trying, but so far – she’ll endure it, but doesn’t like it. Baby steps – it’s only been four months since she walked into my home!

They still play with the flower pot, and whenever I’m in the kitchen they play with the drawers!

This is how it starts - the drawer comes out
(it's on rollers) then Mewthos falls off

And then they climb into the open drawer
and while one explores the drawer
Mewthos sets his sights on higher goals!

Well, I’ll try this ‘early night’ thing again – the cats are all played out, all napping. So, there’s my chance!