Just because...

POSTED BY: Kwicko
UPDATED: Thursday, November 29, 2012 04:25
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FREMDFIRMA

Monday, November 12, 2012 12:10 AM

Actually you learn to live with it, hell I found out recently to my chagrin that I have even MORE trouble sleeping if I DON'T have a cat walking on me and trying to steal the covers.

As for Meerkatting (the hind legs popup sentry pose) it's not unknown for cats, Molly is notorious for it as well, but apparently they start to grow out of it as they get older, either that or it's developed as a defensive response and a safe environment renders that kinda moot.

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BYTEMITE

Monday, November 12, 2012 1:25 AM

Some cats are just dominant like that. Although it's still surprising she's managing to bully cats much older than her.

One of the things my cats have is a fairly regular schedule, when they get feed, when they get a treat, and also when they go to bed. We put them overnight in a room with bedding, food, a couple litter boxes, and water, then let them out again in the morning. I don't mind being jumped on because you can just go back to sleep, but they knock on doors at night, and they'll do that for hours.

Also they pee on us. :(

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KWICKO

Monday, November 12, 2012 1:29 AM

Quote:

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Meanwhile, you are
grateful that a Mother of Dragons has Chosen You.

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NIKI2

Monday, November 12, 2012 3:50 PM

Ohhhh, I'm envious, so envious! I remember those days fondly--not for the being awakened, and we never had one as adorable as her--but we had SOME of that "fun". All our cats came from the shelter or were "found", none of them had bad enough experiences that they were the slightest bit shy, but only two of them were true "kittens", and oh, my, did I love that time before they grow into "cats"! Jim not so much I think...

Those two we found on a motorcycle trip up North...were in the tiny one-room "visitors center" in Leggit and they came up to me and did the "purr, rub, purr rub" thing on my leg. I dropped down, of course, to be on the floor with them and remarked "you have a couple of great ambassadors"--woman said no, they'd wandered in out of the forest and she didn't know what she was going to do about it. We, of course, offered to take them home. Bought some cat food and they slept in our tent--they were so tiny the two of them fit into Jim's motorcycle helmet, which is where they slept!

We ended up making the 200-mile journey home with them in the tank bag of my motorcycle. The little female, Bebe, was an escape artist and I couldn't zip the bag completely closed, so I made most of the trip with one hand over the opening and we had to stop three or four times to squeeze her back IN. Bebe was a real kick in the head, had so many of the personality quirks cats have that she kept us in stitches. They were so close, I think that's why we never had the experiences you did; they were inseparable and would sleep wrapped around one another. They were our first cats and we had no fenced yard, so they'd go across the street in the morning to hunt, then come back and spend the day indoors. J.D. got hit by a car about a year later, but Bebe lived a long and happy life, and was the most unusual of all our cats in her personality. When we went camping (sans motorcycles!) I'd let her and J.D. out at the campground with a long yellow rope tied to them so they couldn't go far and I could track them down, and Bebe'd always visit all the nearby campgrounds to say hi. Great White Hunter, too...she'd go off and come back dragging a snake or something. We traveled in the camper we got later many times, with the five cats we ended up with then, and Bebe always rode on the dashboard in front of the driver, lounging like the queen she knew she was!

Here comes my "Most Beloved Cat" story (spoiler alert; don't read if it might make you cry):

My wonder cat was this tiny thing called Missy...she'd belonged to our friend across the street, who had three cats. Sydney dropped dead at a young age in the middle of aerobics class; family came to get her stuff, took two of the cats, Missy bolted (she was incredibly shy) so they left her behind.

I didn't know any of this until told by our nextdoor neighbor, I just kept seeing this small cat in the driveway of the empty house across the street...tried to rescue her but she wouldn't let me get near her. Started putting food in the driveway, then in my car parked at the curb with the window open. She'd go in the window, eat and leave.

The house was fumigated (with entire house covered, you know how they do that, and Missy disappeared. Feared she'd been killed by the fumigation, since she often spent the day under the house. People moved in, and she continued to live under the house, as Winter was coming and it was getting colder. I couldn't catch her, so put food, water and blanket in the crawl space under the house.

I approached the new inhabitants and told them about Missy...the lady wasn't the friendly type and just remarked that she thought she'd "heard something under the floor making some kind of sounds" (!), and wanted me to stop feeding her so she'd go away. I kept putting food there, as by now Winter rains had mo