Notes from Candice Ransom

Atticus: All Grown Up

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The last time I posted about Atticus, he was heading into the record books as The Worst Cat in the World.  When I left for Hollins this summer, I gave my house one fond final look, knowing it wouldn’t be the same when I came back.

Amazingly, the house was the same when I returned home at the end of July.  But somebody had swapped our fuzzy teenage kitten for an 11-pound furry black bear of a cat.  Atticus is now a year old.  Has he settled down any?

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He still gets in the sink, mainly to admire himself.

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He still gets on my desk and walks all over the keyboard, making my computer do horrible unfixable things.   I push him off the desk, but he sneaks back, thinking I won’t notice.


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Nice try.

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He still gets in boxes, only he doesn’t fit so well any more.  What you are seeing is a box of furry belly, hind feet against the back, head and front feet under the flap.

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Remember when he slept so sweetly (and briefly) in the vintage wire baskets on my desk?

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Well . . .

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He is still a pill and still earns Time Out in the laundry room.  But somehow he wormed his rotten little self into our hearts.

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I guess we’ll keep him.

16 thoughts on “Atticus: All Grown Up”

  1. He’s still a pistol, isn’t he? The “portrait” photos were taken with me on my stomach, crawling along on my elbows. I will never be a pet photographer!

    • He won’t sit still long enough to write a letter to the milkman. When he’s on my desk he is *wrecking* things!
      And yes, he’s much bigger than I thought he’d be.

  2. I’m happy to say “I knew her when her first books were pubbed.” No way can I catch you, but I do have 12 books on the shelf–one of whom won an EPIC award for Historical Romance. They are all,doing well on Amazon. Our Tigger kitty died a long time ago :(. But our “mostly Shelty” lived to be 17.

    • Unlike most cats, Atticus sleeps in the most uncomfortable places/positions imaginable. They probably think we look ridiculous, too. But then, they can’t see themselves trotting downstairs, always good for a laugh.

  3. As always, loving Atticus’ stories and photos!

    Am still thinking of you on every road trip when I spot our friends the buzzards!


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