Auspicious Junior

A couple of weeks ago, a neighbor stopped Deegii and asked her if she could bring one of our cats over to her house to “play with” for a little while. Deegii passed the request on to me. Worried I didn’t understand what she told me, I asked Terra to translate. Terra explained it just the way I had heard it, and I immediately said no. I couldn’t wrap my head around why a neighbor we had hardly spoken to in years wanted the company of one of our cats. Deegii explained that they were selling their house, and someone had told them they needed to play with a cat in the house for it to sell.
I mulled it over that day. I thought maybe it was an odd set of instructions from a shaman. I felt bad that they were at the point in the real estate process where they had to resort to following wacky advice, so I decided to bring a cat over. Now, the question was: which cat?

George is the solid and sound one. Junior is the wild card. Both were pretty lucky as far as cats go – both were strays we took in, but Junior was luckier because we kept him despite how annoying he was. There was also the “playing” to factor in. I had no idea what that would entail, but Junior was definitely the more playful cat at not even a year old.

The issue was settled when Junior ended up being the only cat around when Terra was home from school, and we were ready to go over. We got him into his walking harness, which he hates, and tried to walk him over. Carrying him over worked a lot better. As we got out of the yard, I set him down to see if he would walk and he launched into insane acrobatics, trying to slip out of his harness. He was nervous about walking past the house with the Night Dog (he spends the daytime tied up behind the house and nights loose in the yard barking at every living thing that passes his gate). He especially didn’t want to walk into the neighbor’s yard.

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