They are all swell cats.
Habibi is a joy.
She’s lovely and affectionate and playful.
So Sisko skulks around the house, always watching out lest she come and “play” with him.
And he is such a good boy, and has slept on my feet every night since I got back from the hospital, just him and me on the the couch.
Just ignore the low growls when Habibi wanders into the room.
Sextus is the gentlest, sweetest cat ever.
He adopted Doc when they were both kittens, and still dotes on him.
Literally, he rubs up against him, purring.
And as soon as Habibi walked in the door, he walked out.
So now he lives on the back porch.
Along with Wolfgang, who moved out when Sisko moved in.
Although he actually had some justification, since Sisko fought with him.
Now Sisko doesn’t care about Wolfgang anymore, since he’s so busy worrying about Habibi.
So Wolfie now will come in and sit in the kitchen on occasion.
Doc likes everybody.
Plays with Habibi, sits with Sisko, hangs out with Wolfie and Sextus.
Brings me mice to aid in my recovery.
And Uncle Albert the Orange is a feral who lives in the basement.
After about a year of feeding him he now ignores me when I put food out.
And even sneaks into the kitchen with Wolfie.
So how do you feed all these guys?
Sisko gets his own plate up on the counter.
Habibi gets a saucer on the floor in the kitchen, and gets the door shut on the kitchen when the backporch boys are fed.
The backporch boys get two plates up on the cat structures for Wolfie and Sextus, and two on the floor for Albert and Doc.
And then Doc gets all the leftovers.
It sorta works, except for when Habibi scatters all the outdoor cats and takes over the porch.
Or Albert decides Wolfie is looking at him wrong and gives him The Eye.
Or Doc decides somebody else’s food looks better.
Or they ALL decide the food is not fit for cats, and what else is on offer.
So now that I am better, I am doing the evening feeding.
Tonight was one of those Habibi Rules nights.