Thanks for popping in. I just stepped out of the SHAC (AKA my artroom above the garage), and there, sitting outside the door on the little mat, were both Ragnar and Erik, waiting for me.
The neighbour (AKA IB or NB) has been drilling, chain sawing, hammering and making such a commotion all morning, that the cats are clearly frightened. As I mentioned in the SHAC this morning, I hadn’t realised how uptight the racket had made ME until I observed how freaked out the cats were.
Do you know, our little Vikings are 6 months old now. That’s still very young, isn’t it? Let me spend a happy half hour with you, looking at the album, and how they’ve grown…
This was our two little orphan Vikings when we picked them up in Middle England from their rescuers, Gina and Mark.
Even then the only way we could tell them apart was their tails. They are definitely identical twins. Inseparable identical twins.
Look how tiny they were
Ragnar, the very racoon tail, was instantly more trusting and affectionate. Erik was a little more aloof, a little more reserved. It was as if something had frightened him, and he was still very wary.
Over the months, they have grown into beautiful little warriors.
Started getting quite adventurous too! My mother would have a fit if she saw them climbing on all the counters! Try and stop them!!
But where there’s one, the other one’s never far behind.
They liked the ledge at the window, but they weren’t allowed out until about a month ago. I just worried for them, being quite close to a busy road. Just thought if they were a little older, a little less mental, it might help.
It was also very cold!
So they stayed indoors all through the winter, hiding in the most unlikely places!
It was definitely getting time to let them out into the big wide world…they were ready.
Oh boy! Have they been exploring!
But they stick quite close to base, and they certainly know where it’s warm and safe ! Still like two bookends though!
Thing is, Erik’s tail has developed stronger rings, so it’s become more difficult to tell them apart -especially if they’re not right next to each other. The only way I know is that Ragnar is the more affectionate one.
Well, here’s the thing. Yesterday evening, I was sitting watching the box, and Ragnar jumped up on my lap, as he does every evening, the little purr machine. So I did my duty and stroked him, and cuddled him. After about half an hour, Dave said,
“You do realise that’s Erik, don’t you?”
Ragnar was with Dave. So it seems that Erik has finally learnt to trust . Isn’t that something?
These little fellas are a joy, you know. They fill the house with wonderful innocent energy, they give out so much goodness.
In truth , they have been the highlight of the lockdown in this household. They are wonderful.
So glad we kept them together, as brothers too. They are like two of one. And where there’s Erik the Red, there’s bound to be Ragnar Lothbrok.
Time to check in on them, and then get ready for this evening’s Moment of Clarity with the Reflection masks.