Shadowing my cat. I want to know where he goes. I would like him to stay inside, but, he will wreck a bitch's house in two minutes if you don't let him OUT. So, I set boundries, he understands what I say, so don't even pretend like he doesn't. He knew when I told Lis I had a candy bar in my purse, he perked up and ran across the room to my bag and dug in. He knows shit. I am telling you. And so..here he is, ignoring me. Licking his paw, all haughty, I do not exist. Pffft.
He has learned to open mom's storm door and she keeps the inside door open..for him. He goes in and visits Miss Chloey. Chloey is a snotty bitch. Beauty and brains, yes, but, you touch her and you may lose a finger. She has her own chair, on a chair. Weird story about that chair, I will tell you, but, not now. Now, it is HER chair and do not think you will ever touch her chair either. Chloey thinks Indie is beneath her, she bites him. He likes it. He is neutered, she's spayed. Who knows what is really going on with them? They growl, howl and mock fight and then he runs off to play tag with the dog, Nicki. This all lasts 10 to 15 minutes.
He gets bored with Nicki's yappy nonsense and heads outside. He is strong, he can let the door slam shut before the other animals get out. He is alone now, except for me. He stops and gives me some teeth and a growl. Letting me know, I am annoying him. How dare I follow him? Who do I think I am? This relationship is built on trust! (Yeah, right.)
He decides to hunt. The big hunter, stalker shall overcome any obstacles nature or weird old women can put in his way. He sees something move. It is a fly! It was a fly. He pawed it out of the air (actually rather impressive) and ate it. Now, he moves on...
The great hunter tires of my game and decides...to disappear. He is invisible! Poof, just like that. And that is how it is done...
He tiptoes through the Spring weeds and flowers, smelling them, and reaches up with a delicate touch to make sure they're real. They are and they bounce. It is nice! Click that pic and behold his majesty. The perfect paw shot. Thank you, Indie, I am not worthy. He know this...
He gives me another nice pose and do not kid yourself or me, he knows what I'm up to and is tired of the game. He will sit nice if he can be done with this shit and now it's time to go inside, have some canned delicacy, and perhaps sniff the chickens. He likes to sit on top of their cage, like he's hatching them. They don't seem to mind. They seem comforted by it. Let's face it, they aren't bright. They be babies. He likes their stinky stink. Then he takes a nap right on top of the kitchen table. Okay, now I know. He does this whole routine about 10-12 times a day. It's fine, it doesn't bother me. I can get up and answer the door when he calls, like the slave I am. In and out, in and out, all day. He just has to stay in our yard. He knows it. So, far, he has been very good about it, even refusing to go off with his buddy, Mr. Bob, who I do not trust. If I ever see him off this property, he will be grounded. But, truthfully, what happened to Gypsy has affected ALL the animals. None of them want to get very far from the house or us now, even the backyard cats and our strange wild bunch of assorted critters back there. That's another place Indie goes when he's bored. He's okay back there, it's all ours. The cats are nice. So are the raccoons and the rest. It is as if some off sad pallor has affected them. I know how that sounds, but, it's clearly happening. They all watch for us and are happy to see us. They all watch the boundaries now as if warned and on high alert. Carry on, Indie. You have to admit, he IS photogenic as all get out.
The good part? I hardly ever have to clean the cat box anymore, it is mostly unused.
The bad part? There are no more night strolls without a leash and me. Even with his green bobbly light on. It's a bummer, but, that's the way it is for now. I watch and I wait. I know things. I feel like a wild beast myself sometimes. A mad vampire beast stalking the night, carnivorous, with all my animal family locked up safe. Hey, ya gotta have a hobby, right?
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He is a boss! :-)
Gipsy has been in my mind ever since.
btw, you should put a trespassing sign up and shoot any mothefucker that goes into your property without consent. you have the right to it.
He is a boss, or at least I let him think so. He knows he's loved and he returns it. But, he is SO damn headstrong. He has to be smart right now.
What a great way to spend a day. I communicate with my dog. My ugly spirited bio sister posted pics of her crazy beauvier des flanker leaping up in the air being a fool. My dog said to me "mum, don't die, I don't want to go live there" and I needed to know that. Of course he doesn't speak in English, it's mental transference. You know what I mean.
There are all levels of intelligence in animals, just like in people, aren't there?
My three cats were all so different. Bimbo was all cat and didn't understand anything human, but loved to be cuddled. Bubba had slightly more human type smarts, and Gizmo was like a human trapped in a cat's body. I think I said somewhere before, that if Gizmo had been a human, I might have left my husband for him.
My beloved little dog Mia was very intelligent, too. She understood a lot of words, and we had to watch what we said around her. Harley is a total love-bunny, but I always say he doesn't have many words. He has a different kind of intelligence, though. With our puppy Emma being such a hyper type, he would watch us, and when we were getting upset with her, he would pick up a toy, and go over to dangle it in front of her face until he got her attention, and engaged her in play. If he did this once, I would just note it and move on, but he has done it many, many times.
Emma is another smartie. She is very hyper-energetic, but understands some things I say to her. She swiveled her head so fast yesterday when she was playing with a ball and chewing on a squeaky. I had just called the things she was playing with by name, and her reaction was instantaneous. I know that in that moment she made the connection between the words and the things.
You have a smart kitty. I would suspect that he will mellow with age.
I'm not surprised to hear that your animals feel the darkness around what happened, and the loss of their beautiful sibling. Harley mourned Mia for a very long time. He was absolutely crushed. He grieved and then was ready when Emma came home with us. He loves her, even though she is very hard on him. Animals experience love and devotion, just like we do. Well, maybe not sharks and snakes, but all the good ones do.
Christina
I LOVE your stories about your cats!! Keep em coming. I am Mom to 7, some indoors, some who just come around to eat but all with unique personalities. I read the first two lines of ur post about ur recent pet's death and could'nt read anymore. Now it's gone, did u delete it? She sure was pretty and God Bless You for giving her a week of peace free from pain before she went away.
laurajean
Those pictures are awesome! Especially the last two, absolute classics.
Aww, what a handsome little devil.
Whenever there is a fairy-tale with a cat in it, this is the colouring I imagine. Storybook cat. Thought I would share that with you.
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