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I love my Live Fur Blanket. It's so warm, and it comes with Kneading Massage and Purring Vibration too.
I love coming home to toys on the stairs, because I know they've been playing Games and having a good time on their own. I can tell by the toys who was playing.
And then I come upstairs eager to discover what new object has been relocated to under my desk. Raincoat, dish towels, screw driver, vacuum attachments,I never know what I will find. She also steals clips and pens and hides them in her Box Fort.
I love watching them interact together. The way they not only play together, but communicate (talk to each other) and show love for one another can bring tears to my eyes it squeezes my heart so.
But now I have to go be the Bad Guy and snip claws. <weg>
Laundry day is such a treat! Hot towels and sheets come tumbling out of the dryer. Sadie's eyes are wide with excitement as Mom piles them high on the bed, and she promptly burrows in for a long warm snooze.
Laundry day is such a treat! Hot towels and sheets come tumbling out of the dryer. Sadie's eyes are wide with excitement as Mom piles them high on the bed, and she promptly burrows in for a long warm snooze.
Only cat people could "get this"
How right you are. When we make the bed Phaedra crawls under the sheet, then the quilt, and all we see is a large lump running around under the quilt on the top of the bed. It never fails to make us laugh. She's been doing it now since she's 6 or 7 weeks old.
I get a bigger and more heartfelt greeting from Finn when I get home from work than I ever have from any cat (or family member, for that matter) in my life.
He likes to lie stretched out on the radiator in our kitchen, right next to the spouse as he reads the evening paper at the kitchen table, so that spouse can reach out and scratch his ears between turning the pages. They enjoy a peaceful time together like that year-round; in the winter, the radiator warms Finn's chilly toes, and in the summer, it is a cool surface to stretch out upon.
When the side door rattles as I start to enter the house, Finn launches from that radiator with enough force to carry him two-thirds of the way across the kitchen, then scrambles to get to the side door before I can get all the way indoors to greet me. He stands up on his hind legs and reaches his front legs up for me, which is my cue to bend over so he can hop up into my arms. From there he scrambles up to my shoulders, where he settles in, purring like a mad thing and nuzzling my ear, while I put away my purse and briefcase.
He loves being high up, and he loves being in close physical contact with his cat-staff, so shoulder-sitting is a logical expression of that. I don't mind once he's up and settled, but his method of getting in position can be a trifle disconcerting.
It usually seems to happen when I'm in the kitchen, either cooking, washing up, cleaning counters or what have you; I'll be lost in my thoughts and I make the mistake of overlooking the fact that Finn is gently patting the back of my leg with a paw. That's a sure-fire signal, and if I'm not too distracted, I'll turn around in time to catch him; unfortunately for my back, what happens more often is that I don't figure it out quite fast enough.
When he gets tired of waiting for me to figure out that he wants UP and RIGHT NOW, he'll simply leap from the floor to about the middle of my back, where he will hang from all twenty claws as I let out a strangled yelp of agony. It is impossible for me to twist my arms around to my back to support him, so he is entirely on his own as he clambers up my back to my shoulders, eliciting more squawks from his human tree as the claws dig in to support him along the way. And then he finally settles in contentedly, purring like a mad thing and doing his nose-in-the-ear nuzzling to tell me how happy he is to be snuggling with me.
Last year when I was in for my physical, the doctor was moving the stethoscope over my back, listening to my lungs, and she asked "Have you been having problems this winter with dry skin?"
I replied, "No, not really, why do you ask?"
She said, "You have a lot of red scratches up and down your back, and I was wondering what would have caused them."
"Well," I said, "you see, I have this cat....."
Diagnosis: Crazy cat lady, generally harmless; one totally spoiled-rotten cat.
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