Cat on the run

Oh my, I had a scary experience  yesterday.  One of the little neighbor girls (not Clara this time.) stopped by to show me her Halloween costume before she went out trick or treating (the costume was really cute, that’s not the scary part).  She must not have closed the door all the way.  When we went into the kitchen, the wind must have blown the door open.  When I realized there was a draft blowing through the house, I looked into the living room and saw the door standing wide open and Scout out on the front porch.  Yikes!  My cats don’t go outside…ever.

Heidi shouted, “Baby Goat” and started running toward her.  I got her to stop before she scared the cat and I walked outside, talking quietly to little (?) Scout.  I was able to gather her up and get her inside without her making a mad dash for the road, but it sure did scare me.

Then later, I heard that cat making just the most pitiful crying sound (for such a big cat, she has the daintiest meow).  I was worried that she had managed to get into something and was stuck.  But, no.  She was just sitting in front of the door.  I do not want to start this behavior.  Spook never makes a move to go outside and, prior to this, neither had Scout.  I’m going to have to keep an eagle eye on her for a while…and make sure those kids shut the front door!

aka: Baby Goat

aka: Baby Goat

We have a new addition to our family

Spook’s kitten

Yep, I finally did it.  Finally got Spook a kitten…not that she’s all that fond of her yet.  But it’s so funny to watch this little fearless kitten run out at Spook and Spook hiss and arch her back…really Spook, that kitten is about a fourth your size, okay maybe a third…but still.  I intended to keep them separated for a few days, but the kitten had other ideas and escaped from the room where I was keeping her.

I haven’t come up with a name for her yet…they had named her DeeDee at the shelter, but I don’t like that so I’m just going to see what strikes my fancy as I get to know her personality.  She is extremely active (well, she is a kitten), but she also fell asleep in my lap…sweet.

I hope she’s able to get Spook to warm up to her soon…I really want to see them cuddling and keeping each other company while I’m at work..so we’ll see how that works out!

Feeling kind of guilty this morning.

I haven’t been the best of kitty moms lately.  Oh, don’t get me wrong…Spooky still gets good food, fresh water, treats, and clean litter, but she’s not getting the attention she’s become accustomed to.  She’s used to spending quality time cuddling with me, playing fetch with her little toy mice, and getting her hair brushed.  I’ve been so busy with work lately that I haven’t had the time to love on her.

As I was getting ready to open the front door this morning (at about 4:15 am…boo), Spook jumped up on the couch and kept butting her head against my hand, obviously wanting a little attention.  I gave her a couple of pats and then told her I had to go or I was going to be late (oh come on, don’t pretend you don’t talk to your pets).  So I turned out the light, walked out the door and locked it.  I glanced up at the living room window from inside my car and what do you think I saw?  Little Spooky looking out, watching me leave her again.  I could just hear her little Spooky voice saying, “Don’t leave me, you just got home.” 

Maybe I’m a goof ball, but all day long,  I thought about her looking out the window watching me drive away.  Poor little lonely kitty.  At least we sat down and cuddled for a while this evening.  I’m hoping I have a little time to sit down with her on my lap tomorrow since I don’t have to go to work.  I’ve got to do some cooking for the banquet at work, do a little more shopping and maybe a little house cleaning, but I think I can carve out some time for Spook.  I’m sure she’ll be appreciative.

Pets are people too

Oh, I know,  a lot of you will argue that point with me.  And technically, pets aren’t people.  But that doesn’t mean you can’t love them and want to make them happy.  And yes, you can make your pets happy.  When I hear people say that animals don’t experience emotions, I just want to shake them and yell, “Are you kidding me?  Have you ever seen an animal so scared that it’s just shaking?  Or so excited to see you that it’s jumping with joy, hugging you and giving you sloppy kisses?  Or depressed because its person or best animal friend has died?” 

I know I enjoy watching Spooky run around the house all happy and excited because I’ve come home…maybe she can’t smile with her mouth, but she definitely smiles with her actions.  Then there are the times she’ll come up out of a deep sleep, tense and growling…yes, growling.  Invariably, when I get up to see what’s wrong, there’s someone outside.  I don’t know if she senses danger or if she just doesn’t like strangers running around.  Whatever, she’s my little security system.

Then there are the infrequent occasions when I’m upset and crying…she’s right there with me, whimpering sympathetically and cuddling as close to me as she can.  I honestly believe she understands that I’m upset and wants to offer me what comfort she can.

I remember a college professor telling us that animals don’t have personalities.  When some of the students argued with him, asking him if he’d ever had a pet, he said that he had not, but that he’d been around plenty of lab animals…What?  How can you judge the personality of a cherished pet by observing an animal that is held captive and tortured?

Anyhow, I have had plenty of pets over the years.  They’ve all had very distinct personalities and I wouldn’t believe anyone who tried to tell me that I was mistaken about that.

I’m not really sure what’s going on here, but I think Spook was simply trying to torment Goldi…

The secret lives of cats

I’ve always had cats.  When I was growing up, we had dogs (my brothers) and cats (me).  I like dogs, don’t get me wrong, but cats are just different…more independent, less work, and maybe just a little sneakier.  I was heading out to work this morning, had closed the front door when I saw the newspaper in the yard (why the paper guy can’t put it on the porch, I’ll never know).  So I walked over and picked the paper up, opened the door to throw it inside…that’s when I saw my little cat (Spooky) chasing the older cat (Goldi) up the stairs.  Goldi was hissing the entire time, but still running away from Spook.

I always felt kind of bad for Spook because she’s never been around another cat that actually liked her.  Now I’m thinking there might be a reason for that.  Makes me wonder what else she gets up to while I’m at work.  Early on (she’s almost 5 years old now), I would come home and cabinet doors would be open.  I always found it difficult to believe that I’d forgotten to close the doors, but didn’t know what else it could be.  Then, one day, I saw Spooky opening a door (for no apparent reason).   Then all the open doors made sense, in a spooky kind of way.

Spooky digs her way up under the comforter on my bed every day.  I can always tell she’s done it because the bed’s messed up.  I make my bed every morning before I go to work, come home and find it semi-unmade…crazy cat!

Do you think cats or dogs have secret lives?  Do they do things to be sneaky, things they don’t want us to know about, things they know they’re not supposed to be doing?  And does it really matter?  They’re still such an important part of our lives.  They become part of our family and I wouldn’t have it any other way!

It’s a cat’s life

Grandfather Clock Face

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Whew…I had to be at work at 5 am this morning…that is just way too early to have to be out and about, unloading a truck, hands freezing, wondering if we’ll ever finish.  Well, finish we did… two and a half hours later.  Then sorting, stocking, trying to make time to get some of the important things done in the office (oh you know, important like payroll for instructors, HR files, time edits so people will get paid for the hours they actually worked…those kinds of important things)…finally the day ended (hmm…was just reminded of those old school days, when a loud ringing bell let you know that the day was over…not sure where that came from…could be because my absolute bestest friend from grade school on stopped by the store on her lunch hour today).

When I got home, I was greeted at the front door by old Goldie…think she just wanted food though.  And I could hear little Spooky crying upstairs, wanting to be released from her prison (I had to lock her in the bedroom today…thought the maintenance guys were going to stop by and do a little work…well, no…not today…so, prison for Spooky again tomorrow…poor little girl.

After doing some of the daily chores around the house, I walked into the living room and what did I see?  Well, a big lazy cat taking life easy…like really, what else does she have to do?  It’s not like I expect either of them to work for food.  Now there’s a thought, maybe, when I go to work in the morning,  I can drop them off at the corner with their little signs asking for donations for food…something along the lines of…

Can’t find a job in the local cat house …will work for seafood…help a retired mousecatcher…need milk for the litter of kittens at home

Of course, none of that’s true….neither of them has ever looked for a job, they won’t work for anything, food or otherwise, they’ve never been mousecatchers and there is no litter of kittens…just sayin’!

Seriously, does this look like a cat who has to work for a living?

And this one thinks she’s too good to even look at the camera.  What can you do when the kids grow up feeling entitled?  Who can you blame?  And how can I expect them to get out and get a job at this late stage?  I guess I’ll keep letting them sleep all day, eat me out of house and home, not clean up after themselves…I don’t know how to break out of this vicious cycle.  Woe is me, I am an enabler…the kitty enabler…I guess it truly is a cat’s life…I know they’ve trained me well!