Adrian
December 18th 05, 12:57 PM
Mark Edwards wrote:
> Little Boy has started displaying his personality, and it's pure
> hoolicat.
>
> He is somewhere around two years old, judging by his face, so he's
> still very near his kittenhood. Emphasis on the "hood" part (grin).
>
> In the morning, he likes to run back and forth between the back room
> and the front room. Over and over and over. We don't know why. At
> least he doesn't run into walls like that dog in the sitcom.
>
> When he uses the littler box, he digs all of the previous deposits out
> of the box, and onto the floor. Then leaves a big empty spot in the
> litter box, that used to be covered with litter. The other cats really
> hate this.
>
> Little Boy has been TRYING to involve Little Feet in a game of chase.
> This means that Little Boy starts chasing Little Feet, who runs away,
> and then hides under something. Every now and then, I do see Little
> Feet swat at Little Boy, but I can't tell if it's to get even or to
> play back.
>
> Little Boy's favorite spot is atop the cat tree next to the hallway.
>
> From here, he reaches out and grabs anyone who walks by, and demands
> pets, skritches, and tummy rubs. Sometimes he springs the tummy trap
> with claws (gently), but most of the time with headbutts and purrs.
>
> In the evening and morning, when I gave him his Clavamox (for the
> abscess on his leg), he started running away and hiding after being
> dosed. So I started cuddling him and telling him what a good boy he is
> afterwards, and he doesn't run away now. He had his last dose tonight,
> so yay!
>
> I had opened a 25-pound bag of cat food to dump into the food bin.
> This really fascinated Little Boy. After I put the empty bag on the
> floor, he climbed inside the bag and played. He saw the string from
> opening the bag, and began batting at it. So I started teasing him
> with the string.
>
> Around here, when one cat plays, they all play. Inside of seconds, I
> had Buster, Little Feet and Dulce Mae wanting to play with the string
> as well. It was a grand free for all, and only by being VERY careful,
> did I keep Dulce Mae from pounding Little Boy.
>
> Well, later that night, I heard little claws in the carpet noises by
> the back door.
>
> Carefully, I looked around the corner, and Little Boy was sitting in
> front of the string. Every now and then, he would look around, then he
> would pounce the string. He'd stop, look around again, then repeat.
>
> I couldn't help snickkering at this behavior, at which time he sat
> back just a few more inches, and gave me an "I am SOOOO totally
> innocent" look.
>
> This morning, Senyah and I woke up, but didn't get out of bed.
> Saturdays are NICE for lazing about and cuddling. Little Feet is still
> dozing above my pillow, and Dulce Mae is at my feet.
>
> Little Boy decides to come join us.
>
> Little Boy stations himself between out pillows. He sniffs Little Feet
> who ignores him. Little Boy sticks his head under the blanket, the
> pulls it out and gives Senyah a "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!?"
> look.
>
> Senyah just tells him, "Don't worry, I'm not hurting him," and Little
> Boy settles down right next to little Feet and tries to snooze,
> although he does give Senyah an accusing glare now and then...
>
> Later this morning, Buster and Little Boy are standing in the door to
> the kitchen. Both have grey stripes, although Little Boy has a lot
> more brown fur, and no white on his paws. They look at me, then at
> each other, and back at me. I ask, "Excuse me, but are you two
> related?"
>
> No answer, but I wouldn't be at all surprised...
>
>
> Hugs and Purrs,
> Mark
I *do* enjoy your stories :-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
A House is not a home, without a cat.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk
> Little Boy has started displaying his personality, and it's pure
> hoolicat.
>
> He is somewhere around two years old, judging by his face, so he's
> still very near his kittenhood. Emphasis on the "hood" part (grin).
>
> In the morning, he likes to run back and forth between the back room
> and the front room. Over and over and over. We don't know why. At
> least he doesn't run into walls like that dog in the sitcom.
>
> When he uses the littler box, he digs all of the previous deposits out
> of the box, and onto the floor. Then leaves a big empty spot in the
> litter box, that used to be covered with litter. The other cats really
> hate this.
>
> Little Boy has been TRYING to involve Little Feet in a game of chase.
> This means that Little Boy starts chasing Little Feet, who runs away,
> and then hides under something. Every now and then, I do see Little
> Feet swat at Little Boy, but I can't tell if it's to get even or to
> play back.
>
> Little Boy's favorite spot is atop the cat tree next to the hallway.
>
> From here, he reaches out and grabs anyone who walks by, and demands
> pets, skritches, and tummy rubs. Sometimes he springs the tummy trap
> with claws (gently), but most of the time with headbutts and purrs.
>
> In the evening and morning, when I gave him his Clavamox (for the
> abscess on his leg), he started running away and hiding after being
> dosed. So I started cuddling him and telling him what a good boy he is
> afterwards, and he doesn't run away now. He had his last dose tonight,
> so yay!
>
> I had opened a 25-pound bag of cat food to dump into the food bin.
> This really fascinated Little Boy. After I put the empty bag on the
> floor, he climbed inside the bag and played. He saw the string from
> opening the bag, and began batting at it. So I started teasing him
> with the string.
>
> Around here, when one cat plays, they all play. Inside of seconds, I
> had Buster, Little Feet and Dulce Mae wanting to play with the string
> as well. It was a grand free for all, and only by being VERY careful,
> did I keep Dulce Mae from pounding Little Boy.
>
> Well, later that night, I heard little claws in the carpet noises by
> the back door.
>
> Carefully, I looked around the corner, and Little Boy was sitting in
> front of the string. Every now and then, he would look around, then he
> would pounce the string. He'd stop, look around again, then repeat.
>
> I couldn't help snickkering at this behavior, at which time he sat
> back just a few more inches, and gave me an "I am SOOOO totally
> innocent" look.
>
> This morning, Senyah and I woke up, but didn't get out of bed.
> Saturdays are NICE for lazing about and cuddling. Little Feet is still
> dozing above my pillow, and Dulce Mae is at my feet.
>
> Little Boy decides to come join us.
>
> Little Boy stations himself between out pillows. He sniffs Little Feet
> who ignores him. Little Boy sticks his head under the blanket, the
> pulls it out and gives Senyah a "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU DOING?!?"
> look.
>
> Senyah just tells him, "Don't worry, I'm not hurting him," and Little
> Boy settles down right next to little Feet and tries to snooze,
> although he does give Senyah an accusing glare now and then...
>
> Later this morning, Buster and Little Boy are standing in the door to
> the kitchen. Both have grey stripes, although Little Boy has a lot
> more brown fur, and no white on his paws. They look at me, then at
> each other, and back at me. I ask, "Excuse me, but are you two
> related?"
>
> No answer, but I wouldn't be at all surprised...
>
>
> Hugs and Purrs,
> Mark
I *do* enjoy your stories :-)
--
Adrian (Owned by Snoopy and Bagheera)
A House is not a home, without a cat.
http://community.webshots.com/user/clowderuk