Cat Magnet
Jan. 3rd, 2009 06:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningI spent New Year at my friends’, over on the west coast. They live in the country, at the end of the road, and like many rural people, they leave their front door open. Whenever I get there, I just walk in and sit down in their living room.
And, whenever I do this, I am immediately joined by a cat. There are two cats there, Sally, a somewhat crosseyed siamese, and Smokie, her daughter. The cats I used to live with came from the same litter as Smokie. I don’t know if there is any sense of that (and I doubt the cats I used to live with would remember me now, so I don’t expect Sally and Smokie do, either), but somewhat to my embarrassment Smokie and Sally seem to prefer my lap to any of their regular humans – Smokie, in particular, seems to make herself very much at home on me.
Indeed, the two cats fight over the right to sit on me, Sally hissing and pushing her daughter out of the way. It is nice to be wanted.
Like the little cat I used to live with, if I pick Smokie up, she climbs onto my shoulder – indeed, she won’t be picked up and carried – she always climbs onto my shoulder. I find this incredibly endearing – there is something rather lovely about having a soft cat purring loudly whilst nestling against my ear. One day, I shall smuggle Smokie into my car and quietly spirit her away.
Here are some pictures of Smokie, Sally, and Smokie and Sally, on my lap, taken with my pocket camera. (The pictures are from my trip last December - but they both found me irresistible last week, too!)
And, whenever I do this, I am immediately joined by a cat. There are two cats there, Sally, a somewhat crosseyed siamese, and Smokie, her daughter. The cats I used to live with came from the same litter as Smokie. I don’t know if there is any sense of that (and I doubt the cats I used to live with would remember me now, so I don’t expect Sally and Smokie do, either), but somewhat to my embarrassment Smokie and Sally seem to prefer my lap to any of their regular humans – Smokie, in particular, seems to make herself very much at home on me.
Indeed, the two cats fight over the right to sit on me, Sally hissing and pushing her daughter out of the way. It is nice to be wanted.
Like the little cat I used to live with, if I pick Smokie up, she climbs onto my shoulder – indeed, she won’t be picked up and carried – she always climbs onto my shoulder. I find this incredibly endearing – there is something rather lovely about having a soft cat purring loudly whilst nestling against my ear. One day, I shall smuggle Smokie into my car and quietly spirit her away.
Here are some pictures of Smokie, Sally, and Smokie and Sally, on my lap, taken with my pocket camera. (The pictures are from my trip last December - but they both found me irresistible last week, too!)
