Thursday, September 27, 2007
Puzzled.
Random Numbers (which is short for "G&$%#?n it Random Numbers You Little $#!t") is purring, chirping, chortling, head-butting my feet, rubbing up against my legs, and prairie-dogging her little noggin up into my lap. Her food and water bowls are full and her litter box is empty, so I haven't a clue what she wants. She must want something; she's a cat, she's not doing this because she likes me.
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She probably wants a head/ear scritch
That's... Odd...
Wellsee (from "Are you gonna keep the kitten?" "I dunno, We'll see") has been doing the same thing the last 2 nights.
And she's not a cuddley sort of cat. At all.
You know, they say animals can detect diasters before they happen.. Suppose this is the '08 election warning signal?
In our house, this usually translates as, "I'd like a saucer of half-and-half... NOW!"
One benifit of a dog over a cat, you can yell at your dog and hurt its feelings and it will go away for a while.
Try that with a cat and the cat won't recognize you any more than your city councilman would when he's checking into a motel with a hooker.
Now cats are social, more than most people think anyway. She wants attention.
I know a cat like that. When she acts like that, she wants to play, most especially with the kitty fishing pole.
This morning kitten Chewbacca jumped up into bed and started walking on me. I was face down, not paying attention. Suddenly the girlfriend yells, "NOOO!" and grabs the cat.
Apparently he was seconds away from pissing on me.
Little shit.
Clearly she's hatching a plot.
The Evil One does that to trick me into scratching behind her ears. This is a clever ploy to get my hand within biting range.
Clearly the kitty wants to keep you from blogging.
Some cats are more social than others, true. I have one cat who is so friendly he's practically a dog. (Aptly named "Pest.") Another is practically a stereotype of standoffishness. But even he will occasionally jump in my lap and demand I scratch his big ol' noggin. Rasputin is an odd cat.
Sometimes it's for pure affection, more often it's for play, but at this time of year that kind of behavior coming from Zydeco almost always translates to: "It's fucking freezing in here. Get me a blanket, bitch."
(Or, "let me under the covers", depending on setting.)
A cold cat is a friendly cat.
I think it has to do with the weather / change of the seasons.
All three of mine have been rather snuggly recently. I wake up with them in the morning and they sit on me at night when I watch TV. They even come over and purr randomly, wanting to be scratched.
Just pet and enjoy. Kitty will get over this new affectionate behavior in no time.
That means 'it' wants to 'play'.
Cats love to chase laser dots...
You have a laser, dontcha? Maybe on a twelve gauge perhaps?
Random Numbers, show her what you do.
Don't know why that strikes me as funny, but it does.
Strange. When my cat gets annoying, I usually tell my eldest to check the cat bowls and then pour myself a tumbler of Woodford Reserve.
Problem solved.
Gouraud's a dog. He might, technically, be a Manx-halfbreed rumpy-riser, but he's a dog. Maybe a Pekingese or a Chihuauhau or hever the dickens it's meant to be spelled. A pest. A clingy, hopeless, useless, failed-hunt-school, soppy, demanding, no-free-will pesky puppy of a cat.
*sighs*
Where did I go wrong? His sister's fine - she goes and kills things and eats them, and sometimes brings 'em back live to set loose in the house 'cause it's more fun. Gou's specialty? Butterflies. Cabbage Whites for preference.
He once woke me up at 0300, yowling his "Great Hunter Brings Gifts!" yowl. He'd brought me some chicken. The pre-cooked kind, with a hole in it where the stick had gone. Probably barbeque flavour, from the look of it.
The following night I got the same rigmarole, over the stick the damned chicken pieces came on. The stick. Not a shred of meat on it.
Where did I go wrong, my son? Where did I fail you, that you turned out this way?
Yes, cats love chasing laser pointer spots.
GF's cat goes the extra mile though. Pick up any object off the end table but the laser-pointer pen and she ignores you. Pick up the pen, (she can tell this with her back turned) and she's all jumpy-puppy excited and will chase it as long as you want to play.
Finally had to change the battery, and she had her nose mostly in the way, with an occasional "You do know what you're doing, right?" look thrown my way. Never seen her that anxious about anything else.
One of my heirs has about twelve feline critters.
When I visit.... I bring Mr. Laser.
Thundering herds of cats swarming through his house pouncing on the dot, each other, the dog, dust spots, whatever I point it at.
My two funnest visits... got one to spin in a circle 42 times till it fell over and threw up.
The other fun one... Got one to actually pounce on itself.
My cat Plummet + laser pointer....
Well, my friend had the pointer and was leading said furball through the house using it. Needless to say we'd both had a few beers, so we were dying laughing at this cat just tearing stuff up..... right until she plowed behind the computer desk and got tangled up
She promptly assumed some horrible tentacle bearing cat-eater had grabbed her and went into Freak Factor 9.....
No damage to cat or computer but I swear, I've never seen something go from a cute and fuzzy critter to a sudden ball of upright fur, claws and teeth in .05 seconds before.......
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