I have a very strange cat. I know everyone says that, but if tsarina is around anywhere, she can back me up on this. Tugger is one of those kitties who rules the house in a very…eccentric way. She does all of the normal kitty things, but she does them with such vigor and frequency that they become abnormal.
She keeps the world safe for democracy by destroying any pencils, milk jug rings, or rubber bands she might find. If you leave any of these things on the table, a brown paw will certainly come snaking over the table’s edge to bring the offending object to justice.
Yarn is her deadly enemy. When she was a kitten (barely 2 months old) she dragged a skein of yarn that was bigger than she was around my parents’ waterbed. Twice. It was wrapped so tightly that we had to cut the yarn to clean it up.
Any box or bag that comes to rest on the living room floor instantly becomes Cat Base One. She will defend this territory to the death if necessary. Also, all plastic objects we own are in desperate need of cat spit. I didn’t know chewing could be a problem with a cat, but it is. All of the “expensive” plastic shopping bags in our house (the kind you get from Maurices or White House/Black Market. It’s a translucent white plastic that holds its shape very well) have a border of teeny little holes left by Tugger teeth.
She likes to lie on her side and scratch at the vertical face of the bottom step of our main staircase. She invariably prefaces this action with a foreward somersalt as a means of assuming the proper carpet-destroying position. (This is easily the strangest thing I have ever seen a cat do on a regular basis.)
Tugger doesn’t really like to be touched or handled much, but she always wants to be with you. Just so long as the two of you aren’t touching. This makes the cutest thing she does even cuter. Despite the fact that she is an engine of chaos, she demands complete domestic tranquility. If someone is shouting (not necessarily in anger; she does this if you’re just calling to someone in another room, too.) or crying, she comes to comfort you. She rubs against your legs or hops into your lap. Then, if you are not sufficiently soothed by this performance, she bites you. Hard. As if to say, "You won’t settle down? Fine. I’ll give you something to be upset about.
I love that kitty.