It’s getting to be the sunny season, and Antares loves his time on the catio.

It’s also getting to be weedy season, and I see I’ve got some work to do with the things growing between the flagstone.
While once upon a time Antares would come out of the bedroom around 8:30 p.m. in order to sit in the blue chair and glare at us until the 9:00 p.m. bedtime snack time came around, he now mostly just stays in the bedroom when we are around.
So it was quite a treat to sit down and put my feet up and have him curl up on my lap.
Poor Antares. Sentinel has been vomiting more often than usual and, given how much time Sentinel spends hanging out on my bed, that means I need to watch the comforter regularly. This is not okay with Antares, who likes to have the comforter on the bed so he can crawl under it and sleep. No other comforter or blanket will do. Believe me, I’ve tried.
He’s not shy about vocalizing his displeasure.
Antares was very interested in being on the catio, and after squinting a bit, I saw what was capturing his interest.
There was a black cat sitting on the fence.
And a calico cat sitting on the porch roof.
Sentinel also wanted to have a look, but from inside.
As with most cat encounters this one ended with the cats wandering off. But it was fun to have four cats in sight.
More than any other summer, Antares seems at home and happy in the heat. Once the daytime temperatures popped over 80 degrees, he started spending more and more of his day outside on the catio.
He even goes outside and hangs out on the front porch catio during the day, which he’s never really done.
I’m glad he’s a happy cat.
Back when we were a single-cat household, Sentinel gave me all the signs that we should be a two-cat household. He cried to go out every time he saw a cat outside—and it was, I want to be friends! not, I want to kill that cat. When my aunt’s cat came to stay while she was on vacation, they got along well.
And so a year later we brought Antares home and ever sense I have wondered off and on what kind of mixed signals Sentinel was giving me. Because Sentinel, now that we are a two-cat household, doesn’t really seem to be into sharing space with Antares. You can see here his foot placement. It’s more Go away! than Hooray!
He puts up with it, because he’s that kind of go-with-the-flow cat. But it’s usually Antares who wants to do social grooming and Antares who wants to sleep curled up together.
Maybe Sentinel just wanted to be the kind of cat who made the rounds and stared at all the other neighborhood cats until it was time to come home to his own place? Regardless, they’ve been living together for 13 years now, and I’m guessing it will be Antares who next experiences the single cat life. I wonder how that will be for him?