Crazy Cats
Man, it's been some time since I put a new post up, hasn't it? Yeesh.
I have to tell about Batovan. This kitty is one of the weirdest little animals I've ever seen. He still has the big googly blue eyes & super-fluffy tail, but he's getting bigger. I can't really tell by looking at him because I see him every day, but he's definitely weightier & Stace said he's getting big.
When I get home at night, he's always sleeping on the bed. I usually change my clothes right when I get home to get rid of the nancy-girl workwear & I try VERY HARD not to wake him while doing so. Because, if he does happen to wake up, he absolutely demands attention. There's no getting around it. He stands on his hind feet & stretches his little white paws towards my face & wants picked up just like a little kid. I pick him up, back feet hit my chest & he flops over to nestle his back under my neck. It's a ritual. Then I tote him around for a while, murmuring into his fur & stroking his silky little head, and he purrs. When I try to put him down, he refuses to put his feet down so he gets laid on his side. Immediately he POPS back up & trails after me, squalling & yowling. And sometimes, when I'm trying to change & have had the misfortune of rousing him, he'll actually jump into my arms. That's always interesting when your arms are encased inside a shirt straight-jacket style.
Mornings are somewhat the same except he doesn't get to sleep in the bed during the night. If I let these cats sleep with me, I'll end up on the floor and never get any sleep. He's always waiting for me outside the door along with Mickey the Pickle, who will escort me to the kitchen so that I can fill the food bowls that the dog emptied (I have no proof of this but I'm certain it's happening) the night before, and Bella the bitchy one who eagerly awaits my morning rituals so she can stand on the side of the tub & bite at the shower water. If you've never seen a small, ugly, flat-faced cat with a sopping wet head, it's enough to make you nauseous first thing. So I give her mohawks to make me laugh.
Batovan trails after me, poofy tail erect, smacking at my leg with a persistent foot until I scoop him up & carry him around so he can look out the windows. Then he dozes & I put him down somewhere.
He's vocal. Very, very vocal. Shrill & squeaky. My other deaf cat is somewhat talkative, but not like Bato. If he's around, he's making noise. Also, he takes it upon himself to beat the snot out of the other cats. If he can't get Winston to play, he stomps Miguel. If Miguel flees, he grabs Bella. Bella is not one to put up with such antics & she will growl & hiss like she's a vicious tiger. She'll smack him in the head & then he moves on to Pickle. Pickle whines & hides under the bed. Then it's Tailless Wonder Wilson. Now that's a funny one. Since Wilson is as round as a ball, Bato will tip him over & leave Wilson pedalling the air like a giant fuzzy beetle. Indignant squawks & wheezes fill the air. This amuses Scott & I quite a lot. The only one he really doesn't mess with is Vincent, the other deaf cat. Vincent tends to emanate a regal, no-nonsense aura that throws even young Bato off. I've seen Bato tag Vince once. Vince wheeled around with an amazing speed & ferocity for a cat his age & WHACKED Bato upside the head. Batovan looked confused & took off down the hall and, as is his usual way when he gets disciplined or smacked, started crying.
Last night I had a bowl of dried fruit & chocolate chips on the coffee table. I was curled into the sofa with Tom Wolfe when I heard a familiar snortling, sniffing noise. This is the noise Batovan makes when he has found something of interest, whether it be a leaf on the floor, a turd nugget that one of these disgusting little mammals has flipped out of the box for a toy (I'm not kidding - I've actually seen them playing with poo - and there's no shortage of toys around either), an eyeball, or apparently a bowl of food on the table. He's never bothered anything on the table so this struck me as odd. I pulled the bowl from under his questing snout. He continued nosing around so I picked out a raisin & tossed it at him. He bit it, spat it out, bit it again, then ate it. A cat who eats raisins! He looked around for more. I fished out a chocolate chip & offered it to him. Gone. Inhaled. He looked at me, inquiring, but I was all done with the handouts. Really I didn't expect him to eat either thing. Sometimes I'll give them a pea or an olive just to see if they'll eat it. He seemed satisfied, ran the dog off his bed, and washed himself thoroughly before nodding off.
Raisins!
I have to tell about Batovan. This kitty is one of the weirdest little animals I've ever seen. He still has the big googly blue eyes & super-fluffy tail, but he's getting bigger. I can't really tell by looking at him because I see him every day, but he's definitely weightier & Stace said he's getting big.
When I get home at night, he's always sleeping on the bed. I usually change my clothes right when I get home to get rid of the nancy-girl workwear & I try VERY HARD not to wake him while doing so. Because, if he does happen to wake up, he absolutely demands attention. There's no getting around it. He stands on his hind feet & stretches his little white paws towards my face & wants picked up just like a little kid. I pick him up, back feet hit my chest & he flops over to nestle his back under my neck. It's a ritual. Then I tote him around for a while, murmuring into his fur & stroking his silky little head, and he purrs. When I try to put him down, he refuses to put his feet down so he gets laid on his side. Immediately he POPS back up & trails after me, squalling & yowling. And sometimes, when I'm trying to change & have had the misfortune of rousing him, he'll actually jump into my arms. That's always interesting when your arms are encased inside a shirt straight-jacket style.
Mornings are somewhat the same except he doesn't get to sleep in the bed during the night. If I let these cats sleep with me, I'll end up on the floor and never get any sleep. He's always waiting for me outside the door along with Mickey the Pickle, who will escort me to the kitchen so that I can fill the food bowls that the dog emptied (I have no proof of this but I'm certain it's happening) the night before, and Bella the bitchy one who eagerly awaits my morning rituals so she can stand on the side of the tub & bite at the shower water. If you've never seen a small, ugly, flat-faced cat with a sopping wet head, it's enough to make you nauseous first thing. So I give her mohawks to make me laugh.
Batovan trails after me, poofy tail erect, smacking at my leg with a persistent foot until I scoop him up & carry him around so he can look out the windows. Then he dozes & I put him down somewhere.
He's vocal. Very, very vocal. Shrill & squeaky. My other deaf cat is somewhat talkative, but not like Bato. If he's around, he's making noise. Also, he takes it upon himself to beat the snot out of the other cats. If he can't get Winston to play, he stomps Miguel. If Miguel flees, he grabs Bella. Bella is not one to put up with such antics & she will growl & hiss like she's a vicious tiger. She'll smack him in the head & then he moves on to Pickle. Pickle whines & hides under the bed. Then it's Tailless Wonder Wilson. Now that's a funny one. Since Wilson is as round as a ball, Bato will tip him over & leave Wilson pedalling the air like a giant fuzzy beetle. Indignant squawks & wheezes fill the air. This amuses Scott & I quite a lot. The only one he really doesn't mess with is Vincent, the other deaf cat. Vincent tends to emanate a regal, no-nonsense aura that throws even young Bato off. I've seen Bato tag Vince once. Vince wheeled around with an amazing speed & ferocity for a cat his age & WHACKED Bato upside the head. Batovan looked confused & took off down the hall and, as is his usual way when he gets disciplined or smacked, started crying.
Last night I had a bowl of dried fruit & chocolate chips on the coffee table. I was curled into the sofa with Tom Wolfe when I heard a familiar snortling, sniffing noise. This is the noise Batovan makes when he has found something of interest, whether it be a leaf on the floor, a turd nugget that one of these disgusting little mammals has flipped out of the box for a toy (I'm not kidding - I've actually seen them playing with poo - and there's no shortage of toys around either), an eyeball, or apparently a bowl of food on the table. He's never bothered anything on the table so this struck me as odd. I pulled the bowl from under his questing snout. He continued nosing around so I picked out a raisin & tossed it at him. He bit it, spat it out, bit it again, then ate it. A cat who eats raisins! He looked around for more. I fished out a chocolate chip & offered it to him. Gone. Inhaled. He looked at me, inquiring, but I was all done with the handouts. Really I didn't expect him to eat either thing. Sometimes I'll give them a pea or an olive just to see if they'll eat it. He seemed satisfied, ran the dog off his bed, and washed himself thoroughly before nodding off.
Raisins!
posted by RCSure | 12:47 PM
1 Comments:
raisins?!? hehehe. animals go figure
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