I was going to take a nap, and I covered myself with a green fuzzy throw that my cats love. My big cat started on my calves and worked his way upward, massaging. Fortunately the throw was thick enough that I didn’t actually feel claws. When he got to the small of my back he curled up on top of me and took a nap himself, purring loudly (and he has a very loud purr).
I found this most therapeutic and have been struggling to get him to duplicate it. I’d be happy if he just walked across my back once and then settled down to purr. (This is a 17-pound cat I’m talking about so when I say massage, I mean it.) I’m thinking of maybe sprinkling some catnip on the throw.
I have a polydactly cat-boy who loves to make biscuits when he’s in be with me. With those over-sized feet, he could give a great massage if he’d just put his mind to it! But noooo, he massages my arm or my face.
Mine just cost me $450 in vet bills (thyroid problems, lungs needed draining). “Do I get the money back if the cat dies?” I asked the vet. I mean, I don’t need to pay $450 for a dead cat, I can get a dead cat for free on the highway!
(P.S. Kitty seems to be doing better and is asleep–I think, I’ll check the breathing–on the sofa)
Last night my youngest kitty snuggled up by my neck and then tried to give me a hickey or suck my blood. That wasn’t so nice.
Later he followed me to the bathroom and then after I laid back down in bed he performed a cat high jump onto the bed landing on my boyfriend’s stomach. He didn’t think that was very nice either. But I got to watch the cat’s leap in what appeared to be slow motion and he got some height on that leap, it was impressive.
My youngest has been with us since Christmas. He was 8 weeks old. He was scared, so I let him snuggle on my hair that first night. He’s been there every night since. He kneads my shoulder, purring , until we both go to sleep. The night he spent at the vet after *surgery, was a very long night.
*He was broken, now he’s fixed.
I’ve had both my kittens since they were born. To them I am Dad. Since I am Dad I am cat. Since I am cat I am cleanable. So they lick me quite often.
Lately my fat little girl Sleestak has been gettting under the covers when I get in bed and she insists on trapping my arm under her and cleaning my hand. Oddly enough I’ve found that this to be really relaxing. I have no idea why.
Gouda, the other girl, insists on 20 minutes of lap time right when I get home.
I was gone for two weeks (my SO took care of the four cats) and they sure let me know I was missed when I returned yesterday. I now have four super-cuddly, extra cling-on kitties.
My youngest (and biggest) kitten, Clarice, loves wet hair. If you sit down with wet hair, she’ll raise up, put her paws on your head, and lick it–pretty much until you make her stop.
I let her do this for quite awhile today, until I started feeling guilty that she might be getting a case of “human hairballs.”
She’s even cuter when she sits on the spouse’s back while he’s leaned over the sink brushing his teeth–it’s a much nicer platform to lick his head.
Mine gave me lots of entertainment today. I bought one of those bird feathers on a stick cat toys and she just went crazy over it! Even more fun, though, was attacking the kittens with it. The one who’s black just like mama went after it like gang busters, the other two were terrified of it, but quickly ran over and began attacking everything else in the room!
Let’s see.
Tarot woke me up at 1:30 this morning investigating my bedside lamp. I have no idea why it’s so interesting.
Then she got down and went for a snack and a drink.
Came back around 1:45, hopped up on the bed, walked over me three times (and she’s a 17 pounder, so you definitely notice) decided on her spot, kicked me til she was comfortable and purred for about 45 minutes.
I must have fallen asleep eventually, because the next time I woke up she was sleeping across my pillow, and I was contorted into some bizarre and painful shape. I rearraged myself more comfortably, which resulted in more purring.
At 5:15, she decided it was time to get up and stuck her face into mine, then settled back down for some more kicking and purring.
When I lie down, my cat always walks around me, to tuck me in. Then she chats with me a little bit. She’s Siamese, so of course she talks. I stroke her and talk to her. Then she settles down on the pillow next to me, and we go to sleep. Generally she’ll get up after half an hour or so (my husband has timed her) and go off to keep the other two cats in line. But she makes sure that I am properly soothed before I go to sleep. When I wake up, she runs to greet me. My husband says that he pets her, and then she hears me grumble and stretch, and she takes off to make sure that I see her face as soon as I put on my glasses. While I appreciate the thought, I’m usually in a hurry to get to the bathroom.
Sometimes she’ll snuggle up against my feet, or even sleep on my back if I’m sleeping on my front. I find this particularly heart-warming.
