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  1. Anonymous

    I think he is getting your attention… I feed an outside kitty who every so often, will nip my calf–just to show who's boss…

  2. I love my cat, but her eyes are her sorcery. If she wants something (either a lap on which to be petted or food) she glares at you with big, mesmerizing eyes. Your downfall is to look, because once you look, she knows she’s won and she jumps from her perch and prances to her goal. Funny to watch two adults trying to avoid her eyes.

  3. I totally get you! We’ve got two cats – one that is all over us like a rash and drives my husband crazy (she’s like a two year old when we are on the phone!) and the other one basically ignores us – except for 10 mins a day if we’re really blessed. (and she stares at walls – I’ve even seen her staring at our metal backyard fence – maybe she’s contemplating the cosmos too???)

    • Laurie Stone

      Leanne, Laughing. Staring at the metal backyard fence… I don’t think I’ll ask my husband about that. I know what he’d say. Actually I think cats are interesting, intelligent creatures, but I guess the jury’s still out.

  4. I have blood relatives just like this! They are worth my hanging there with, so I think Rocky is too! 😉 I heard an animal expert say one time, “Cats tend to get notions of themselves high above their station in life.” Again, same with my relatives!

  5. Great one, I love your entertaining style of writing !!! I am a doggy person, my ‘Rocky’ is a fluffy long haired chihuahua boy named Gigi, and he is my world. I am minding my neighbor’s 3 kitties twice a year when she goes on holiday. She has got a female ‘Rocky’, a right little adorable cheeky monkey she is. Just like Rocky, as soon as ‘milady’ thinks that’s enough petting for now, she’ll bite you. She looks like the popular Grumpy cat…. miserable moody old girl … and I still love her. You should see my little dog kissing the cats from next door and how they love each other. A life without pets won’t be the same, don’t you think?!

    • Laurie Stone

      Klaudia, I can’t imagine life without pets. In a strange way, I think they humanize us. Your little Gigi sounds adorable and so does the female Rocky!

  6. I once fostered a three legged cat that everyone else in the rescue group was afraid of. She was a ginger who had been abused and someone chopped off her leg so there was plenty of reason for her attitude.

    She loved me, but every time there was a sound or something startled her the first thing she did was bring out her claws. I still have scars from her.

    I fostered her over 6 months and was pretty sure no one would adopt her and she would be mine for life. And then, we did a newspaper story on her and someone wanted her. A year later, I ran into her new owner at Starbucks and couldn’t help but notice the multiple scars and scratches on her arm.

    • Laurie Stone

      Wow, Linda. That’s an amazing story. Someone chopped off her leg? That’s horrifying. Can’t say I blame her attitude, poor thing.

  7. I have three – THREE – cats who drive me to the edge of my patience daily, earning them the collective nickname of Rotten Cats. Just about the time I think it’s time to send them packing, they do something completely hilarious and sweet. So they stay…and stay and stay…and I am now a reluctant but devoted cat owner for life. Or until one of us loses her mind. 😀

    • Laurie Stone

      Lisa, I can’t imagine three cats. That would be like having three children. They’re very funny, when they want to be… which is occasionally.

  8. We had a very lovely fluffy calico when I was a kid. She was officially my sister’s and although she started out being called Cindy and that was mostly what we called her, every time my sister thought of a new cat name she liked she would add it on. By the time Cindy passed away her full name was Cindy Pinkpaws Fluffy Queen Scaredycat Aldinger* Innagain Outagain Sinnegan Finnegan Silken Satin Marmalade Warm Fuzzy.

    Cindy was a very beautiful cat but traditional stand-offish cat personality. She hid from visitors. With the family, we were permitted to admire her. When she was in a good mood we could pet her respectfully on the back, stroke her chin, and scratch her on the head and cheeks and she might even start purring. She didn’t really do laps or cuddles much, which was a shame because she was so very soft. If she was lying on her back in the sun and you tried to rub her tummy (which was so tempting because that was where the softest fur was) she would try to take your hand off. She wasn’t psycho, just had boundaries that she required you to respect.

    We had her for many years, I actually don’t remember when my sister got her because I was too young. She was mostly a house cat but we would let her outside when she asked to (hence Innagain Outagain) when we were living in places without a lot of traffic. One day I was petting her under the chin and found a lump. It turned out that she had feline leukemia (the vaccine came out just months after we lost her, so unfair). I cried so hard when we found out.

    She was an older cat by this time and FelV remains a highly lethal disease even today, so the family decision was just to care for her until she didn’t seem to be enjoying life anymore. She’d taken to sleeping with me after my sister left for college. She got steadily weaker and skinnier, and when it got to where she couldn’t make it up onto my high trundle bed I moved out to a sofa bed that she could manage.

    It was odd, the weaker she got, the more she seemed to appreciate attention.

    Eventually she faded away to the point where we were ready to take her to the vet and say goodbye. The very morning of the day when this was going to happen, she curled up on my lap and as I was petting her, she closed her eyes, went to sleep, and then just quietly stopped breathing. It was almost a relief, she hated going to the vet and this was a much more peaceful end. She lived on her own terms, and I guess you could say she died that way, too.

    She could be as cranky and aloof as any cat-hater wants a cat to be – but I’m all choked up just thinking about her.

    *The last name is in the middle because Karen genuinely thought she was done with the naming at that point. Only she wasn’t! 😀

    • Laurie Stone

      Bonnie, What a beautiful tribute to Cindy. I laughed (especially by her ever-growing name) and cried. Sounds like Cindy had all the usual cat qualities that make them fascinating. At the end, she grew more vulnerable, which brought tears to my eyes. I hope you make a blog post out of this. So lovely and touching.

    • Laurie Stone

      Michelle, I’ve had several and must admit they all had different personalities. Rocky is the most skittish and prone to sudden mood swings. Still love him.

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