I think I need a good lighthearted blog entry, so I think I’ll write about the cat. Oh-my-gosh!! I can’t tell you how much enjoyment I get out of this little guy…even if some of it comes in sort of a twisted sense (hahaha!! look, he’s stuck again, lol!!) Yeah, okay, so we can be a little mean – hey, if he can attack our ankles when we walk by, then he deserves to get the dog ‘sikked’ on him! Hey, where did that saying come from, anyhow? You know – "sik ’em, dog"…?? Which, of course, we don’t actually say to our dog anymore, because she doesn’t get it – she’ll just look at us with a blank stare … we just yell "get the kitty!!" That gets her going. She’d never hurt the cat… and he’ll just keep coming back for more, so it obviously is just a game for him.
The cat loves hair-doobies. Oh – well, that’s what we call them here…I’m talking about those round, covered-elastic pony tail holders. The weird thing is what he does with them… if I leave any laying around, he snatches them, and puts it…. in the water bowl. Every time. I bet I pick about one a day out of that water dish. Yeah, I know, Alan keeps telling me "well, if you’d just put them away.." Whatever, dude. Most of the time, I leave them on the bathroom counter…it’s not like they are all over the house or anything. So, the cat will jump up on the masterbathroom countertop, snatch the hair-doobie, carry it into the kitchen, and drop it in the waterbowl. Why?? Can anyone answer that? Yesterday, I picked two hair-doobies and a plastic twist tie out of the bowl.
What a weirdie!!
He also enjoys a ride in the stroller (Kiki has one for her dolls)…..
He’s also pretty sure he could catch some snowflakes if we’d just let him go out!!!
So, we did. He’s supposed to be an indoor-only kind of cat, but we’ve let him out a few times, just when we’re out, too, because he yowls and yowls and wants out sooooo bad!! He didn’t hate the snow nearly as much as we’d hoped… dang it.
Except when the dog started chasing him… he didn’t appreciate that so much.
You know how cats like to knead? Well, every cat I’ve ever known does it in this slow, contented "I’m happy and all’s well with my world" kind of way. Not this guy! First of all, the only place he kneads is my hair against my pillow. Why?? Not only that, he does it with the speed and enthusiasm of a terrier digging in the garden! I swear he’s gonna destroy my hair. What is his deal??!