I know some of you just hate cats or are allergic to cats but for those of you who speak the cat language, I wanted to tell you about our great big 16 pound fluffy grey tabby cat who is just now 2 1/2 years old. His name is Stormy and he makes quite a statement when Bob is walking him up and down our street decked out in his bright red harness and leash. He is partial to walking in the evening as the street and people traffic during the day distracted him too much. He creates quite a sensation when people realize that he is a cat and not a dog. We have actually had people screech to a halt to see what he really is. He will not walk just anywhere; he prefers a familiar route and is only good for about a block and a half or maybe two.
Sometimes thinks he is a mother. He adopted a small ugly purple stuffed toy when he was a kitten and he used to roll and wrestle with it like it was another kitten. Now he thinks it is his baby. Whenever we leave him at home alone we can find out where he has been because of where the baby is. When we are there, he seldom plays with it or carries it around but he always does it when we are gone. Sometimes we find them both laying on the rug in the entry hall waiting for us. Sometimes at night we will hear him meowing loudly and when we turn on the flashlight he is carrying the baby in his mouth and talking to her all the way to where ever he is headed. Once he gets where they are going he quits talking to her and lays the baby down and puts his back feet on her and goes to sleep.
Sometimes in the morning I like to sit on the front porch and drink my coffee when it is quiet and cool and he really wants to come outside with me then. In fact he watches everthing I do in the mornings so he won't miss out on a chance to go outside. He rushes to the door and waits until I unlock it hoping to be able to go outside. He likes to check out both neighbors front porches and then he comes back in our yard as he likes to be near Bob or I. Generally we put his harness and leash on when he gets settled down and fasten it to a tree limb or a pole in the yard.
Stormy doesn't know he is a cat. He does not respond to the tipical calling of "Here Kitty Kitty. We have always called him by name and he comes when we call him. He actually minds Bob better than me.
Stormy is a very social cat. If we are both in the dining room he joins us. If we are eating he wants to be there too. If we are in the bedroom, he comes where we are. If we are in the back bedroom where the computer is, soon he will join us there. If we have company he doesn't want to held by anyone or sit in anyone's lap, he just wants to lie on the coffee table right in the middle of things or on the floor nearby. He just wants to be near us.
He likes to watch Bob take his shower every day. When Bob is through, he leaps in the bathtub and wants to have his bath. Bob wets him down gently and then rubs and blow dries him. This is un-cat-like since most cats hate water. He can open drawers in the bathroom and only does this at night so we have never seen him. We have never been able to figure out how he does this. He loves to get the hair scrunchies, pony tail holders and play with them. We can always tell when he has been in the drawers because he scatters his play things all over the bathroom. Last night we heard quite a commotion in the hall by the bathroom. He managed to find a pony tail holder and was turning flips and tossing it up in the air. We thought we had moved all of these things so he couldn't find them and get hold of something that would be harmful to him but I guess we missed a few.
Sometimes in the morning I like to sit on the front porch and drink my coffee when it is quiet and cool and he really wants to come outside with me then. In fact he watches everthing I do in the mornings so he won't miss out on a chance to go outside. He rushes to the door and waits until I unlock it hoping to be able to go outside. He likes to check out both neighbors front porches and then he comes back in our yard as he likes to be near Bob or I. Generally we put his harness and leash on when he gets settled down and fasten it to a tree limb or a pole in the yard.
Stormy doesn't know he is a cat. He does not respond to the tipical calling of "Here Kitty Kitty. We have always called him by name and he comes when we call him. He actually minds Bob better than me.
Stormy is a very social cat. If we are both in the dining room he joins us. If we are eating he wants to be there too. If we are in the bedroom, he comes where we are. If we are in the back bedroom where the computer is, soon he will join us there. If we have company he doesn't want to held by anyone or sit in anyone's lap, he just wants to lie on the coffee table right in the middle of things or on the floor nearby. He just wants to be near us.
He likes to watch Bob take his shower every day. When Bob is through, he leaps in the bathtub and wants to have his bath. Bob wets him down gently and then rubs and blow dries him. This is un-cat-like since most cats hate water. He can open drawers in the bathroom and only does this at night so we have never seen him. We have never been able to figure out how he does this. He loves to get the hair scrunchies, pony tail holders and play with them. We can always tell when he has been in the drawers because he scatters his play things all over the bathroom. Last night we heard quite a commotion in the hall by the bathroom. He managed to find a pony tail holder and was turning flips and tossing it up in the air. We thought we had moved all of these things so he couldn't find them and get hold of something that would be harmful to him but I guess we missed a few.
Right now I am mad at him. On Holloween night our grandchildren and baby great grandchildren came over for treats. They are sooo cute. Anyway, he scratched two of them. He really didn't mean anything but he is not used to small children. I guess he will make a trip to the vet to get his nails clipped before they come over on Christmas.
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