It really never occurred to me that a cat (or a person, I guess) could do that with such obvious relish that that’s the highlight of its life. Learn something new every day, I guess.
Ah, yes. We feed the birds on the fire escape outside the master bedroom. When we do, Gabby (who would probably be quite a hunter if we didn’t live in Manhattan) hops right on up, gets into a crouch, and watches them intently, tail a-swaying. We call it “the birdie show.” The best part is that, as often as not, if you wait patiently you’ll hear a loud THUD – in her excitement, Gabby has forgotten about the existence of the glass, and rammed her head into the window.
Hermes lives mainly to eat. His main concern is to wheedle treats from the opposable-thumb gang. (He also plays and is highly creative. But his distinguishing trait is his lust for treats.)
Lotta is getting older. She lives to sleep, preferably on or near Mom.
Hestia is ambivalent. She doesn’t have a single distinguishing characteristic. Her greatest passion is for play with the laser pointer, but she doesn’t constantly do it. Her main activity is probably watching the world outside – she demands to get in the doorway or the window.
One cat, feral spay program graduate, hired on as rodent control. Her bonus is she gets to sleep in the house. (That’s where the rats were). Hunting is her raison d’etre. Sleeping seems to be the next. She bites, and scratches woodwork. I am The Food Lady. Gonna try those anchovies!
The cat I cast my vote for was our 60s cat Archie. His objective was to be the Big Cheese of 7th Place. And he was enough of a fighter to achieve that goal!
Our orange cat lives to lounge on his male human’s lap. The male human is disabled and spends most of his day with his feet up on a footstool, creating a perfect lap for orange kitty. When the male human was in the hospital for six weeks last year, orange kitty spent the entire time sitting on his cat tree glaring at me, the female human. As soon as the male human came home, orange kitty was happy again.
I said eating. Baja always greets me at the door and leads me directly to her food dish, meowing the whole time. God help me if I need to go to the bathroom when I first get home. There will be piteous crying and scratching at the bathroom door.
We are currently in possession of 11 kittens. There are two setting; full speed (play), and full stop (sleep).
With brief intermissions for food and litter boxes.
Being held is only a component of sleeping. And for some reason I seem to be the chosen one at naptime. If I don’t happen to be where I’m supposed to, my pillow or my side of the bed will do until I get there.
My cat wants to be carried … all the time. As soon as you sit down she’s gone, but if I could carry her around with me all day I think she would love it
