Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Pets

I have 3 cats. Tom and Jerry, who are brothers I have had since they were kittens, and Sunny, who showed up on my porch one day last August half starved but extremely friendly.

Jerry does what he's going to do and the others just go along for the ride. Jerry is the most stubborn of the three, but he's still my favorite. He's the type of cat who would be in the ruling class if only cats had thumbs. To keep him in his place, I like to rub his tummy and sing "I got that Jerry tummy" to the tune of "Moves Like Jagger." He doesn't get as much joy from that as I do.

Tom is the kind of cat who figures if he can't see you, you can't see him. If you pick him up he just goes limp, so you can flop him around, if you were so inclined.

Sunny is the kind of cat that people who are allergic to cats hate. If you walk into my house, he will be there to greet you like a good host, and the second you sit down he will be in your lap.

A few nights ago, I heard the cats ripping into something.  I was in bed and debated whether to check it out.  I thought they had gotten into the utility closet (where both the litter box and food are kept, which is why the door is always open) and were tearing into the bag of cat food.  Finally, to save myself the effort of cleaning up cat food the next morning, I dragged myself out of bed to slap some sense into them. (No animals were physically harmed during the writing of this post, though I probably hurt their feelings when I cussed them out.)
I get into the kitchen and what do I find?  Jerry had jumped onto THE TOP of the refrigerator and pulled down the bag of cat nip kept there.  He had chewed a good sized hole in the bag and scattered nip all over the floor as the other two cats rolled around in ecstacy, little green flakes coating their fur.
I took the cat nip and put it in the laundry closet and went back to bed.  Two minutes later I hear the sound of a small package hitting the floor and realized that there were still two bags of cat treats on top of the fridge.   I get back to the kitchen and Jerry is standing there with a bag of Whiskas Temptations in his mouth while Tom and Sunny loitered around waiting for him to give them their treats.

I blame my mother.  She had visited the week before and was always giving the cats treats.  I'm a mean cat mommy and only give them treats once a week.  I figure they got used to daily snacks and decided that if I wasn't going to give them anything, they would get it themselves.

11 comments:

  1. I am the bad mummy in our house. I'm the wicked witch and my fiance is good mummy.

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  2. I love cats, I wish I could have one myself. Sadly, I'm out of the house too much, and I have made the experience that cats are quite sulky when you leave them alone too much.

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    1. That's why I started with 2 cats. I didn't want one to be lonely when I was out of the house. Some cats are fine by themselves as long as they have food. But you never know what kind of cat you have until he/she has been in your house for a month.

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  3. Ha!! I love it when cats are naughty!! Mine will meow incessantly when they want attention or food...usually they want food.

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    1. Luckily mine are generally very quiet except when they are galloping around the house in the middle of the night.

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  4. OK, just blame your Mom.

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  5. Your cats sound so funny! Isn't it just about impossible to find a "safe" place for anything you don't want them helping themselves to?

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    1. If it was just Tom or Sunny it would be fine, but Jerry is persistent and just waits for you to turn your back to try again.

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  6. Cats are supposed to be naughty aren't they? (This is why I have a dog and no cats!)
    Rhia from Five Minute Piece for Inspiration (about # 776 on A to Z list)

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    1. Love both cats and dogs, but I'm gone for so long during the day a dog would be miserable in my house.

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  7. Oh, those mischievous rascals1 lol My cat Tiger is like them save he doesn'y like cat nip. I guess after going to all of those CNA meetings he finally broke the habit. I have abag of kitty weed that he won't touch now.

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