In my twenties, I had a cat. She was a Siamese and belonged to my son. She lived for 16 years and was never much trouble. Now that I have ventured into Cat territory again, I am learning more about Cats. Specifucally Toms. These two revolt when I'm sick and can't give them attention. They piss me off beyond belief with the shit they come up with. They totally wrecked my cute laundry room and I'm cleaning it now. They took a big fishbowl full of dirty water that I used when I cleaned the aquarium and dumped it all over the rugs and clothes. They added half a bag of cat litter to the mess and tore down the curtains. They ruined plants, destroyed some books I had by the door and just generally did things I had no idea cats could even do.
There's no sense in punishing them now that I'm on my feet again, they wouldn't get it. I have let them know I'm pissed while cleaning it. I have no doubt that Indie led the revolt. Chi is a follower, but, a big, fat, clumsy one. They are just blowing my mind today. The shit they did is beyond my scope of Cat understanding. Marvin Gaye's brother, Morris Day is getting tamer. I can pet him now. I'll have him nuetered soon. But, my first responsibility is to Chi Chi. He's licensed and all, but, he needs the surgery. I can't afford to do them both at once. Morris Day will have to be an outside Cat unless I can find him a home. The rest of the strays have stopped showing up all the time and they are not at all tame anyhow. The weather is warmer, they're probably hunting now. So, it's not as crazy here as it was.
So, this post is about one of the few animals I don't understand. Cats. I am learning. I want to kill them sometimes, I really do. While I was really sick my Mom called to tell me she put out food for a big Raccoon that's missing a tail. She was implying that it was Tooney and it made me sicker. She loves to torture me. If Tooney was still around, he would come here. I am pretty sure he got live trapped and moved. I have two neighbors that do that and it's a fair thing to do. He could be a bit much, he probable got too close and nosey. Coons scare people. Live trapping is okay with me. Anyway, that's just what I think, I have a connection to Tooney. My mother LOVES to torture me. I have to take her to the store now. That's a big chore.
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Either your cats are nuts or mine are the most boring creatures on earth. I have three neutered tomcats in the house and they have never done any of those things. The worst they do is puke on the carpet. At least once a week...assholes. They chew on plants, live and fake, but that's about it. I wonder if it's their combined age? I've always had an older cat in the mix...maybe that keeps them in line? Hopefully once they are all neutered, that will help.
My asshole also has cats in it.
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Indie is just unbelievable. I put a small chime on the door so he can ring it to get out. If I'm too slow, he tears down the curtains. He has learned to sit on the back of a lawn chair and bang his collar light on a window to let me know he wants back in the house. He is so smart it's scary because he's vindictive and destructive. Chi Chi is a normal cat.
My cats never did anything like that. If they had, they would have been attractive skins near the fireplace. It's just not fair that you have to contend with that when you are not doing well.
The worst my kitties ever did was put tiny nail holes in the thermal drapes in the living room and the pleather recliner that my husband loved. (I hate that chair. Once my ex found out that my mom gave me a few hundred dollars birthday money, it was burning a hole in his pocket, and he had to have that Costco chair. It made the cleaning situation in the living room very difficult, and I never liked to use it.) (And of course he left it behind when he left.) (asshole.)
I think your kitties are exceptionally active. And intelligent.
Christina
I bought a bunch of big bells when they were on after Holliday sale- I have then shoelaces to all the doorknobs and dog door fuckery film- flam areas. But Pat- Marvin Gaye and Morris Day? Brothers? YES!
I've been so sick as well. Heart issues. I had a heart attack late last year some time, and my daughter is breaking my heart.
I now have 2 fucking cardiologists. Really, cats stories and door bells are little joy nuggets.
I need little joy nuggets. For fucks sake, I'm only 50.
And Darby the faithful companion/lifesaver.
Shelly
Shelly,
how fat are you....really?
Hi Pat.
I was always a dog person and didn't give cats a second thought, but after sharing space with a couple of them I have to say that they are way more fun than dogs. And I'm always amazed at how quickly they learn about you and how to get their way. Have you seen the jail programs where they raise cats and the changes they bring to the inmates?. It's powerful to see how kittens stir such emotions out of hardened criminals.
I watched "Out of Africa" with Debbie this weekend, we are still together and I'm not complaining. She's more fun than she was a decade ago; or maybe I matured a little while I was away this time.
Kiki, I read Stephen King's "Revival". It was ok. It's my first Stephen King book and other than "It", I don't think I'll be interested in reading another. My brother and sisters all read his books and like them. Not for me. I end up re-reading the same books over and over until I find something almost by chance that I end up liking.
Hope you get better soon Pat.
Jarhead
Oh yeah, I ended up reading Gillian Flynn's "Bad places" also. It was ok. She had a great definition for Jazz music that I thought was spot on. She called it "the soundtrack to a brain seizure". Jazz sucks.
Jarhead
Hi Pat! Hope you are feeling better.
Just like people cats can be smart or dumb, and have distinctive personalities. I've had cats for 20 years and have seen it all.
My little Rocky came to her name almost immediately, like a dog. I'm thinking of teaching her some tricks. She taught herself the trick of dropping her toy mice in the water bowl and then bringing them to me when I'm sleeping.
My old Maine Coon Princess, scratches at the door when she wants in and out and I taught Monty to do that as well.
I recently went back to my old job and it's kicking my ass. I forgot the brain power involved in running a restaurant. The owner used to be an ass, but has mellowed in the time I was away. But dealing with my employees is like herding cats.
Female cats are way better than male cats. That's the only wisdom I have to offer. Seems to hold true for humans also, in my experience.
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