Y’all have heard the stories of my thieving, howling, persnickety Siamese cats.
Do you have a crazy cat?
Let’s hear a tale or two.
Y’all have heard the stories of my thieving, howling, persnickety Siamese cats.
Do you have a crazy cat?
Let’s hear a tale or two.
All cats are nuts. Some just aren’t as good at hiding it.
As I’ve mentioned elsewhere I have been putting food out on my deck for a local “stray”. The deck runs alongside the house and there are glass doors which open on to it from my living toom and my office. If Rascal sees the other cat eating he will watch him through the living room glass door with no visible reaction except a slightly fluffed-up tail. When the stray has finished eating he trots across the deck towards the steps, which takes him past the office door. As soon as he starts to leave Rascal goes tearing from the living toom into the office and throws himself at the glass, as if he’s trying to chase him away. The stray generally just continues on his way, occasionally stopping to turn and look at him before heading down the stairs. Even after he is no longer in sight Rascal continues his “attack”, as if to say, “and stay out!” Next morning, rinse and repeat.
Ralphie is fascinated by all of the quilting going on here. He love sthe fabric and wants to be a part of every project. He even wants to help with the seing:
When I first moved in with my gf (18 years ago?!) she had a barn cat named Eddie. He was a beautiful long haired cat that just showed up one day. Although long haired, the cat always looked like he was freshly groomed.
I noticed he lost some weight, so my gf took him to the vet where he was diagnosed diabetic. In order to treat him, we moved him into the house. It was the end of December, so we just happened to have jingle bells hanging from the door knob of our front door.
We set up a litter box for him, but he never used it, not once. Instead, he would swat at the jingle bells and we would let him outside. He never eliminated in the house, not once. Sometimes he’d ring the bells at 3 am and whoever let him out would have to patiently wait five minutes to let him back in.
That’s defined as “crazy smart”
Barn cats seem to always be smart. Live by your wits and you gain, I guess.