Oh, you know. This and that. I love to tear up pieces of paper with my mouth. That’s something I’ve been exploring. I love to sit in the window and twitch my tail back and forth. I love to follow her around, and sometimes I enjoy licking her toes while she cooks dinner. I love my food, and I am learning to love my scratching post, although there are times when I still have to tear up her carpet. Sorry, beeyotch. A scratching post don’t cut it. I really enjoy losing my mind for no apparent reason and running through her apartment at top speed, fur bristling, and eyes insane. That’s really fun. I enjoy skulking around under her bed and pouncing out to gnaw on her bare feet, scaring the shit out of her. I enjoy lying on my back, exposing my belly to the world. That’s really fun. I enjoy chasing my own tail because you just never know what that douchebag is going to do next and I MUST keep it in line.
Let’s see, what else.
Oh yeah. Have I mentioned the sink? And how much I love it?
Adorable cat. Our senior cat has decided that since we went on vacation my chair is now her chair. The little one starts staring at me at precisely 9:30 each night asking for her “special food” (ice cream). When I get up from the “senior cat’s chair” she starts her aria. Her nickname is Beverly. Aren’t they great.
Hades and Waverly’s father.
So cute! I love how they make decisions: Here is where I like to sit. This is where I like to hang out. I enjoy this particular area of the room best. Etc.
Thanks. Oh, and by the bye, try the “feline fist bump” when the belly exposed behavior reveals itself. Just press your fist against any paw you choose. They love the pressure. Gotta go, the “senior cat” is resenting the fact that I’m on the computer.
Oh, she is so pretty. Can’t wait to meet her.
She must be completely “at home” if she’s at the point where she’s expressing her gangsta feelings (“Sorry, beeyotch. A scratching post don’t cut it”). And you get to see the belly? Sweet.
My cat discovered her tail was a douchebag late in life and she’s not quite as adept as Hope at keeping in line. She fell off her kitty perch trying to catch it once. We both looked at each other in shock for a minute.
Er, that should be “keeping IT in line.” Sorry.
We both looked at each other in shock for a minute.
HA!!!
“I am a cat. I am special for you say I am. You call me pretty and beautiful and gorgeous and treat me with respect; so it is true. I am flattered and will not make you stop. You brush me even if I do not need brushing. You make me special without my asking. You show me to your friends and smile; they take turns holding me. I hear you when you mention my name by phone. You are glad at what they say. You look my way and smile. I cannot hear them but you keep turning to see me while they talk. I can tell you are proud, so I am proud. My cat-napper is homemade and matches your sofa. If I do not eat my food then you ask me what I want. I do not answer; you leave and return with something special. Some say I cost more than I am worth. You do not believe them. You treat me as a prize. I am your cat; I am special.”
From: “More Cats Psalms,” part of a series “Prayers My Cats Have Taught Me” — by Herbert Brokering, Augsburg Books, Minneapolis, 2008
Wonderful post, Sheila! Like so many I’ve read so far. Your blog, its content, is one of my special “happy places!”
Greetings,
Doina
Try rubbing catnip on the scratching post to make it even more fun. Oh well, she’ll probably still scratch other things, but it’s worth a try.
She’s so beautiful.
I must try the feline fist bump!
Karen – I did the catnip thing but she still doesn’t seem to get the concept! She uses the scratching post for FUN … not for her everyday compulsive scratching that she has to do every other minute.
But she’s so cute I can’t really get mad. Also, it’s a shit rug. :)
Captain doesn’t like catnip either. And he scratched the sh*t out our carpet so we had him declawed.
::ducks exploding heads::
It was the only thing we could do to keep him. I refused to have him be an outside cat, and my husband was threatening to give him away because our carpets were being destroyed. He recovered quickly, didn’t have a bit of a problem, and now he’s allowed everywhere in the house.
Lisa – I understand, really I do! My hope is that someday she can be an outdoor cat … and it’s really only one rug that she likes, my crappy Oriental … so we’ll see. I wish she would just get into the scratching post! But of course she doesn’t understand English so when I say, “Use the scratching post, please,” she looks at me like, “What are you babbling about?”
I love the Hope posts so much. And I love her expression in the first picture, which I’m reading as, “Oh–you again. With that thing, that thing you keep pointing at me. Yeah, okay, let’s just get this over with so I can enjoy my sink time without further interruption. Could you do that for a kitty? Thanks.”
We all need uninterrupted sink time, I am discovering.
And yes, Ilyka – that first one makes me laugh. She has a deeply patient yet truly annoyed expression, like she is just enduring me.
I wish I had a sink I could fit in. Just sitting in the tub doesn’t seem to cut it.
(P.S. I just love “fur bristling, and eyes insane”. Beautiful!)
I’m convinced most cats are all just plotting our painful deaths and waiting for the day they can open the Cat Chow on their own.
Try using a doormat for a scratching diversion. I use a low pile one with rubber backing. My cat loves the tiny holes he can punch and pull back on the mat endures tons of punishment!
I also have a jute doormat just outside the kitty door. He shred that to his hearts content and I just sweep the pieces away. When it’s trashed – should take a couple of years – I’ll just buy a new one.
I praised him each time he used it when he was a kitten and tossed a treat on it when I caught him scratching. That seemed to divert him from the couch.