Our First Home
Wednesday, January 11, 2012 8:30:04 PM
Google Street View + Prt Scr key = Good.
This is the building wherein my first solo dwelling after returning to the U.S. was located. It's located at the edge of an area in Midtown called Hyde Park. In the late 19th and early 20th century, Hyde Park was one of the most upscale neighborhoods in Kansas City (that's MISSOURI, not Kansas; there's nothing upscale in KC Kansas).
As such, the Hyde Park neighborhood employed a good number of various servants and workers. So it only made sense to have them living nearby, hence The Boston and a few other such cozy apartment buildings situated close enough to make the most of the times' limited transportation options.
So this was the first home that the three of us shared.
Clint enjoying the shade of Stanley (a hardy yet sadly now demised ficus plant).
Tonka examines the window AC. "You couldn't get a professional to install this thing?"
(Yes, that's Stanley's pot behind her)
Not surprisingly, upon arrival both Clint and Tonka spent the majority of their first week in their new home under the bed. Eventually though they did begin to venture out and begin to get acquainted with me, their new servant.
Cat ownership myth: People have cats.
Cat ownership truth: Cats have people to take care of them (after an appropriate training period of of the people course).
This first year was actually pretty uneventful. I was indoctrinated into what was expected of me where their comfort and entertainment was concerned and we settled into a nice routine.
The first most memorable lesson I learned was that Clint likes to play with water. Especially if there's something in the water.
This being the case, I quickly learned; always keep the toilet lid down when not in use. I'll spare you the details of this lesson.
Due to the specificity of Tonka's "requirements", these lessons were (and continued to be) a work in progress. One of the first quirks that did present themselves at this time though were:
Doesn't like to be held (yet paradoxically will allow herself to be cradled like a baby, something most cats really hate).
This was shaping up to be a fun association.