Tuesday Cat Blogging

by hilzoy

Below the fold.

Here is Nils, lying on my chest of drawers. He was feeling tired and annoyed that day -- the day before, he had had to go to the vet to have his teeth cleaned, which required general anaesthesia, and -- well, you get the picture. It's especially rough on him since he thinks the world is about to end under normal circumstances; when the carrier that takes him to the vet comes out, it's more than he can bear.

This time you can see his elegant spots, of which he is very proud.

Here is Annika -- a better picture than last time. She is sitting on one of the bookcases. She had a wonderful time when Nils was away. She very much enjoys having the entire house to herself.

When I went to Africa for a month a few years ago, one of my neighbors offered to feed them when I was gone, and I agreed, since that seemed a lot better than sticking them in a kennel. But Nils decided to relocate to a yard about a block away, which suited Annika perfectly. When I got home, I found Nils, and lured him back home every day to eat, but he would never stick around until one day, when he finally curled up on what he thought of as his special pillow and went to sleep. The next day, as soon as he got off it, Annika jumped onto my bed, marched up to his special pillow, lifted her tail, and peed all over it. (Luckily, she managed not to hit the mattress. -- And she has never, before or since, gone anywhere but in the litter box.)

And there are those who think cats don't have feelings. Annika's were perfectly clear. So were Nils', when he returned to find that his special pillow had disappeared into the trash.

Comments

[Karin Kathode]

Oh yes. Cats are capable of being pissed off. Very much so.

A guy I know, M., once spent a month rooming with his friend H. and H's cat. H's cat was emphatically the master of his domain, and spent much of that month terrorizing M's cat whenever it ventured out of M's room. M left to move to another state, and when he left, he drove, with his cat in the carrier. After they'd been on the road for a while, M let the cat out of the carrier, as was his custom. The cat proceeded to crap in M's lap and hide under the seat.

[von]

Ahh, crap, Hilzoy. Now I'm going to have to start blogging my cats.

[Catsy]

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