In a time of chimpanzees, I was a penguin.
The religious right is motivated by the suspicion that someone, somewhere,
is having fun -- and that this must be stopped.
When you go to feed your cat, when you are standing by the kitchen cabinet where the cat food is stored and you pull out the bag of cat food, is one or or more cats going in circles around one of your legs?
If I look down as I pull out the bag and measure out the food, I get dizzy. Around and around and around...
For me, it's The Mighty Fang that does the circle duty. The boy does like his chow. Probably why he's an 18 pounder, heh.
-- Badtux the Dizzy Penguin
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Well, my four cats are slim and trim, and two of them never come inside. The two that do think I am their doorman.
ReplyDeleteThey think that they are god until I get slack about feeding them and then they wonder where god is.
Well, I guess that god is a fucking doorman. LOL
Mine just does 'drive by' rubs against my legs as I'm getting her food. I have to make sure I move carefully, just to make sure she doesn't trip me. Although that may be part of the plan...
ReplyDeleteMy kitty cat talks to me when I am getting his food, "weow weow weow" so urgently that it drives me crazy. And he stays right under my feet so that there's a good chance I will slip and fall. Actually it's my son's cat, but I'm the only one who feeds him.
ReplyDelete...they yell. Loudly. No rubbing; no circling. Just loud, incessant demands that I get on with it before Bad Things Happen...
ReplyDelete[and on that "doorman" thing, I've complained for years that the family and I have let ourselves fall into the trap of being 'human pet doors']
Lola yells at me on the top of her feline lungs.
ReplyDeleteManni Moe usually stretches and gives his scratching post a good going-over...and then somehow manages to get one of his paws stuck on the post, and his mother has to help him.
Then, if Mommy is stupid and forgetful and leaves the door to the laundry room/pantry open, Lola INSISTS upon dashing in there, even though she knows that she is not allowed in there (because she has a nasty habit of climbing behind the washer and dryer, and that is dangerous).
At 5:45 CDT Dot announces dinner time, and kneads if I don't react.
ReplyDeleteSox does the circling and Income jumps on the top of the bookcase to play "vulture", while the others join a chorus.
It's not as if there isn't kibble available 24/7.
George is my ankle-rubber. Jake and Gracie just sit off to one side and "eek" at me until I feed them.
ReplyDeleteIf I am in bed and it is feeding time, Gracie will "purr-bomb" me. George will scratch on the headboard to wake me up.
My cat sits on the table next to me while I have my morning tea and blogfest . Mostly quiet with an ocassional demand for petting .
ReplyDelete8 am is feeding time for her and the 3 dogs . IF I AM as much as 1 minute late she will all but curl up on the keyboard untill I get out the can . She does have dry food all day and night as well . She has the cutest way ( sic ) of hooking my arm with her claws and pulling it to her mouth for a bite , to prove she is hungry .
Ahhh the joys of kitty love
w3ski
Well, EBM, at least your guys just "Eeek!". Mine *yowl*. And I mean *loud*. I don't know how TMF can yowl like that and still be circling around underfoot, but he does.
ReplyDeleteBryan, yep, kitty chorus. Big time. And like yours, mine usually have a little food left in their bowl when it's feeding time. But they know I'm supposed to put more food in the bowl at a specific time of day and when I don't do it... yowl! yowl! yowl! And if I happen to be in bed at the time, TMF comes over and stands on my chest and kneads. 18 pounds of cat on your chest kneading wakes you up *fast*!
Laura, Manni sounds like a real genius cat. Sort of like Mencken, Mencken has trouble figuring out the whole "push and retract" thing too. Mencken used to sleep on my head (or rather on the pillow over my head), until one day he got his claw caught in the pillow and pulled it over on him when he was trying to leave and took off like all the demons of hell were after him. He has viewed pillows with suspicion ever since and never resumed sleeping on my head. For which I am somewhat grateful, since having a cat sleeping on your head is bad enough when he's an 8 pound cat, but now Mencken has chubbed up to 12 pounds, so it would really be a headache!
Re: Underfoot, drive-by rubs, etc.: Yep, both of my cats will do that if they're hungry. As well as yowl at the top of their lungs :-).
Re: Doorman: I don't let my cats out, since I live in an apartment, so luckily I'm spared that. When I lived on a farm I did serve as a doorman though. I still recall the day I looked out my front door and we'd had an ice storm overnight and it was snowing. So one of my cats started yowling to go out. I told him, "you don't want to go out." He insisted. I shrugged and opened the door, and he shot out onto my front stoop (which was open -- no porch cover)... and skidded to a halt in the layer of snow-covered ice and started *hopping*, yanking his legs up and trying to shake the snow off of them! He then ran back into the house at full speed, shaking his legs off once he got into the house, and settled down to lick them dry... until it all repeated maybe ten minutes later, when he once again decided it was time to go out. Heh.
-- Badtux the Cat-owned Penguin
Our cat is Siamese that is less of a chowhound and more of a love muffin. He doesn't go bonkers for food, but when he wants lovin', he'll put his paws up on your leg to ask to be picked up. And as soon as you sit, he's up on your lap and asking to be scratched.
ReplyDeleteTucker (generously sized snowshoe boy cat) always goes straight for the bowl when I fill it. Cassi (petite Maine Coon mix) is more reserved and will eventually go have a nibble or two before she prances off. The only time near-maulings or in-depth conversations occur is with "treat"- canned- food.
ReplyDeleteTonight they're both registering their delight at the return of the Iams in an orange bag. I foolishly tried to switch them to some all-natural cat food which they tolerated but obviously didn't like. The saw the Iams bag tonight and were both at the bowl demanding refills. Go figure.
We have a brother and sister cat (adopted from the Oakland animal shelter and brought over here at great trouble and expense, including a month in quarantine.) The boy cat, who's the most dog-like cat I've ever owned, will literally atand on his back legs jumping up and down like he's on a pogo stick as the food is being dished up. (Front legs braced against the counter to keep his balance.)
ReplyDeleteI've tried holding him in my arms as Mrs. Bukko digs into the can (odd fact -- catfood here is made largely of kangaroo meat.) Even though this gets him closer to the scene of the action, he squirms mightily, with claws increasingly extended, so he can get back on the floor to do the pogo. It's an anxiety thing, I think. He's seized with SUCH a desire to get at the food that he simply MUST leap about.
Is it at all disappointing that your well-thought-out political snark gets but a handful of comments, while cute cat posts get more than 10?
Actually, Bukko, I sorta put this up as a comment magnet. So now you know my dirty secret -- occasionally I'm a comment whore :-).
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