Here’s a nice end to a long week: Gayle Ferguson has forwarded photos of Jerry Coyne the Cat in his new home in Christchurch, New Zealand. I’m glad to report that all is well, although Jerry and Loki (the senior resident cat) are still a bit wary of each other. And Jerry is inspecting the chooks.
The photos are a bit smaller than usual, but still show that Jerry is settling in well:
Jerry inspects the chickens:
No problem with napping:
Jerry and Loki, eyeing each other warily:
Gail reports this exchange with her colleague, one of Jerry Coyne’s two new staff. Her first question was a joke, as she was asking about the male staff rather than the cat. The guy answered with news about Jerry:
Me: How’s my boy?J: On his back with his front legs curled under his chin! He is very happy.Me: And how is Jerry?J: Hee Hee! He now has the run of the house and Loki gives way. Good dirt boxer and sleeps through the night.
I asked about Loki “giving way,” since he’s older and much bigger than Jerry. Gayle replied:
Little Jerry is actually very aggressive. It usually takes at least a few weeks for two cats to get used to each and to figure out who is ‘top cat’.
I’m glad to see that he’s retained the name Jerry, though I dare not ask whether his full name remains “Jerry Coyne.”
Thanks to Jerry’s staff for keeping us up to date!
Nice to see Jerry has found such a wonderful forever home.
I hope his siblings are as lucky!
Amen.
And if Jerry and Loki can be that close without coming to blows, and it’s only been a week, they’ll at least tolerate each other forever, and may well become close friends.
Good news, heartening to see!
b&
Looks like Jerry naps in the lap of ” looxury” 😉
Got get those chooks!
I developed a tradition of giving my cats names from Old Norse. I’ve had Astrid, Þorbjorn, Freti*, Kveldulf and Isa. When my late wife took in a little black stray who proved to be rather troublesome, I suggested naming him Loki. She pointed out that naming a cat after the trickster god of mischief was asking for trouble, we settled on Kveldulf, which means “evening wolf”, and the name suited his tendency for tearing around the house like a wild thing every twilight.
In case you’re curious, “Freti” means “little foul-farted one”; his name came about because his shelter diet made the litterbox reek every time he used it until I got him on some better food.
I was watching a programme earlier about the cart found in the Oseberg ship, which is deeply carved with images of “Freya’s cats”.
Many of the cats seem to be holding both front paws to their heads and looking very like humans with a hangover.
I’m so pleased that we’re still getting Jerry Coyne updates. Many thanks to Gayle and the new Mommy.
I expect he will soon be napping with the reluctant Loki. It would be surprising to see him napping with the chickens, but time will tell.
Probably just as well he’s getting his first experiences of chickens when he’s smaller than them. Sometime in the hopefully-not-too-distant future I’m going to take Baihu over to Mom and Dad’s place, and I’m wondering what his reaction is going to be when he sees the hens through the sliding glass door….
b&
Such a cutie-pie!
We’ll, I don’t imagine your friends call you, “Jerry Coyne,” either. It might be how you’re introduced, but it’s very formal for everyday use.
Ah, the hard life. He looks happy.
>>I’m glad to see that he’s retained the name Jerry, though I dare not ask whether his full name remains “Jerry Coyne.”
We rarely use the full name of our cat (which is quite long), rather we stick with Julia.