More About Cats!
Jan. 22nd, 2006 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhythmaningI have noticed that whenever someone posts something about their cats – or someone else’s – that they receive loads of comments. I was talking to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
frankie_ecap about this last week, and she put it in her journal, so it is out.
Ever one to pander to public tastes, I want to tell you more about my cats.
Cats play quite a big role in our household. We have two – a black and white male who is cute but stupid, and a tortoise-shell female who is sensible and shy. They are really my wife's cats – she had wanted some cats for ages when some friends had a some kittens going spare, and I said ok; they are now eighteen months old. The cats tolerate me, whilst they revere my wife – who, as she keeps pointing out, is the one who feeds them.
Both the cats and my wife puts the cats above me in the pecking order. Whilst I keep pointing out that our flat isn’t a democracy, it is their votes against me, so I lose out.
Whilst I don’t feed them, I am good for some things – namely, playing. Or, as they clearly like to think of it, “scratching”. I tend to come off the worse – they have very sharp claws. (The idea of declawing seems very attractive, now – though I think my wife would leave me! Some friends in the US have a declawed cat; they also have bare wood floors, and it is very amusing watching this cat run around unable to stop sliding about floor…)
Both of them like climbing. Whilst CBS like climbing the walls and the doors and the windows (including up the outside, which resulted in him scrabbling in the air like a cartoon cat as he fell two floors to the garden and nearly gave me and my wife a heart-attack; the vet said he hadn’t a scratch on him.. One life down, eight to go.), SAS like climbing me, scrabbling up my back to sit on my shoulders.
Generally, what the cats want, the cats get. Up until recently, we put them into the kitchen at night, but my wife said we couldn’t do that any more because SAS was scared. (Of the dark?!) So now they are allowed in the hall. As a result, they scratched at the carpet outside our bedroom and whine loudly and cat-like at all hours of the night. (They only do this when my wife is in the bedroom. If I am in there alone, they don’t care.) So we had to a large mat to place in front of the bedroom door, to stop them scratching up the carpet. (For reasons I don’t understand, putting them back in the kitchen wasn’t an option up for discussion.)
frankie_ecap about this last week, and she put it in her journal, so it is out.Ever one to pander to public tastes, I want to tell you more about my cats.
Cats play quite a big role in our household. We have two – a black and white male who is cute but stupid, and a tortoise-shell female who is sensible and shy. They are really my wife's cats – she had wanted some cats for ages when some friends had a some kittens going spare, and I said ok; they are now eighteen months old. The cats tolerate me, whilst they revere my wife – who, as she keeps pointing out, is the one who feeds them.
Both the cats and my wife puts the cats above me in the pecking order. Whilst I keep pointing out that our flat isn’t a democracy, it is their votes against me, so I lose out.
Whilst I don’t feed them, I am good for some things – namely, playing. Or, as they clearly like to think of it, “scratching”. I tend to come off the worse – they have very sharp claws. (The idea of declawing seems very attractive, now – though I think my wife would leave me! Some friends in the US have a declawed cat; they also have bare wood floors, and it is very amusing watching this cat run around unable to stop sliding about floor…)
Both of them like climbing. Whilst CBS like climbing the walls and the doors and the windows (including up the outside, which resulted in him scrabbling in the air like a cartoon cat as he fell two floors to the garden and nearly gave me and my wife a heart-attack; the vet said he hadn’t a scratch on him.. One life down, eight to go.), SAS like climbing me, scrabbling up my back to sit on my shoulders.
Generally, what the cats want, the cats get. Up until recently, we put them into the kitchen at night, but my wife said we couldn’t do that any more because SAS was scared. (Of the dark?!) So now they are allowed in the hall. As a result, they scratched at the carpet outside our bedroom and whine loudly and cat-like at all hours of the night. (They only do this when my wife is in the bedroom. If I am in there alone, they don’t care.) So we had to a large mat to place in front of the bedroom door, to stop them scratching up the carpet. (For reasons I don’t understand, putting them back in the kitchen wasn’t an option up for discussion.)