When Grommet (more commonly referred to as Grommy) arrived here as a kitten, he was named by our son Mike, 16 years old at the time.
A 'grommet' is not only the name of a claymation dog, or the small tube inserted into the ears of toddlers with 'glue-ear', but also the nickname for a young surfer.
Mike is a surfer and Grommy right from the start was fearless. Maybe Mike envisioned the kitten riding concrete and ocean with him on his skateboard and surfboard. I'm sure that Grommet would've been up for it.
Grommy is large and fearless, always placing himself in the centre of what is happening. The other day, for example, as we waved off my brother and sister from our balcony, Grommy was there too, his face between the rails watching with interest as their car pulled away. If he could, he'd have waved his paw at them as they disappeared down our drive.
More than once he has been known to happily ride down our driveway on the bonnet of a visitor's car. He has also been found sitting on the seat of a parked motor-bike, ready to roll.
As a new-born kitten, Grommy decided my brother's fox terrier was his parent. Sometimes he thinks he's human, sometimes he thinks he's a dog. I don't think the fact that he is actually a cat has ever entered his head.
Typical demure Aggie-pose. Serious, Aggie remains slightly aloof as she quietly considers things, but keeps her thoughts to herself. She is an introvert.
Grommet arrived along with his sister. I named his sister Aggie after great-grandmother Agnes. Both kittens were from my brother's farm. My sister-in-law and niece brought the whole litter to town and pleaded with me to take a kitten. The kittens, who were sired by a wild tom, were sentenced to die. My animal-loving niece was beside herself. When I said we'd take two, I've never been hugged so hard!
Aggie, demure and ladylike, is a lot less high-maintenance than her more demanding brother. She will
calmly and daintily pat down a cushion from wherever it is placed and mould herself a warm sleeping place for the day. Grommet on the other hand will follow me about, talking and demanding attention and when walking ahead of me down the hall, purposely set the pace (slow) and force me to keep behind if I don't want to trip over him.
When we have people here, Aggie is more likely to disappear, whereas her brother will lie down in the middle of the room and expect lashings of admiration and attention.
Both cats are 14 years old now - the same age as granddaughter B. who as a baby, loved to crawl around after the two kittens.
I used the tasty dates given to me from friends over from Saudi Arabia. The dates were wrapped up in their own packet, like a boiled lolly, but much healthier. I had to unwrap each date and remove the stone.
With the longer days and warmer (negligibly) weather, the inside becomes less of a focus and outside more inviting.
Robert nearing the end of a bike-ride home from work. As he would say, one of us has to work. I guess not all of us have the luxury of stoning dates and pondering the personalities of cats.