I know this is completely lame of me, but I don’t feel like talking about writing or editing today. Strangely, I have nothing to say! :O
So instead, I wanted to introduce two very faithful, loving little guys…
Tigger & Kit Kat!
Yup, these are my cats, and they are my babies. One weighs about 9-10 lbs. and the other…fluctuates around 16, heh. But according to my little sister, who volunteers with animals all the time, that really isn’t so bad; she’s seen a 25 lb. cat before!
Kit Kat is just a little husky, is all, but we love him just the same.
These guys were born from the same litter, and we picked them up when they were pretty young. They are nothing alike. Complete opposites actually.
Apparently, when cats knead on you all the time it can be a sign they were taken away from their mothers too soon. (That’s what the vet-tech-to-be lil’ sis’ says.) And Tigger does an awful lot of kneading. And drooling. (How many people have cats that give them bear hugs, sit on their chests and drip buckets of drool onto their shirts? Really, I’m curious.) He still has his claws, too, but he tries to be gentle.
He also does this weird thing where, when he sees you, he’ll run over to a rug (’cause we’ve taught them not to scratch on the carpet, only rugs), flatten himself against the ground and stick his rear end up in the air. And if you pat him really lightly on the rump, he starts making a weird snorting, throaty noise…like he’s shooting snot out of his nose.
But hey, he loves it, and he only lets me and my sister do it to him. Everyone else who’s tried it has gotten the Cat Scratch Attack, which has earned him the nickname Scratch Cat–one of many names we call him. I also call him the Mouse.
Yeah, that one I cannot explain without sounding idiotic.
Oh, a couple more things about Tigger: he’s a pretty picky eater–likes his kitty food with extra water so it becomes more of a soup than a hearty meal, thank you–and when we used to let them outside he didn’t mind scurrying around in the rain, but put him in a bathtub… I swear, he scales walls that are impossible to scale. And he does it with wet paws.
He also yowls in a way that makes you think we’re trying to kill someone. But it’s just a freakin’ bath.
So no more baths.
Kit Kat has earned the reputation as a bully around these parts. And a stalker.
When sweet, innocent little Tigger is minding his own business, Kit Kat will be lurking around the corner or on top of some ledge just waiting for a chance to start trouble. He’ll block doorways so that Tigger has to leap over him, thereby allowing Kit Kat to take a swipe at him. He’ll stare Tigger down when they’re eating together, just to see if Tigger will back off and leave so he can have the rest of his food. (Now, Tigger simply doesn’t take his food next to Kit Kat; he sits in a window sill or off to the side somewhere. He’s not stupid!)
One good thing, though, is that they’ve learned to take turns at the watering hole (bowl), so when one is lapping away, the other will wait patiently at a safe distance from behind.
Kit Kat also has the habit of sitting in dark places and watching folks from the shadows. When my sister was looking for a kitten to choose, Kit Kat was the one hiding under the bed in their room. I guess the sis liked his black-and-white color ’cause honestly I would have never noticed or chosen him.
Lucky for him, my sister saw something I didn’t!
Also, he has this thing with people’s shoes; the smellier the better. And warm clothes fresh out of the dryer. If he’s around when you’re doing laundry, he’ll plop himself right in the middle of your pile. (I guess he likes the warmth.)
Heck, once he even hopped into the dryer himself!
Despite his bully ways, he’s actually a really loving cat. Anytime I look over, he’s pretty much always by my side. He’s not so needy (or kneady, for that matter) as Tigger. He just likes to be in the same room as me, or my sister. Depends on the time of day. Also, he’s not a picky eater. In fact, he enjoys Jello cheesecake, crackers and the occasional hot wing. (I’m serious.) Sometimes, he even likes to chew on people’s hair. (Yeah, that I don’t understand.)
Oh, remember the weird dealio I told you Tigger likes, where if you pat him gently he starts snorting? Well, Kit Kat apparently likes a similar thing, except he’ll snap at you if you aren’t being rough enough, haha.
So I call him Snap Dragon sometimes. (He likes to give “love bites” every now and then. They don’t hurt; it’s just surprising when he does it.)
Lastly, whereas Tigger can stand the rain but not a bath, Kit Kat is the exact opposite.
They are funny little creatures with unique personalities.
Yup, so those are my cats. 😀
If so, what kind are they? And do they have any weird, funny little quirks you’d like to share?