Cat Idiosyncrasies

"Kreisleriana" wrote in message
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"CatNipped" wrote in message
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I've been thinking about this and finally gotten around to starting a
thread about it. Each one of my cats has some idiosyncrasy. I'm sure
every cat does, so I'll start and then would like to read about other
master's little quirks.

Demi - you guys already know hers, she's a 'fraidy-cat, living on the
edge of the clowder, running for her life when anyone walks near her.
*But* if anyone in the house is eating chicken, she'll jump up right next
to them and stare until she's given her "chicken toll". Chicken trumps
fear every time.

Jessie - she has a little stuffed dog that she carries around meowing
loudly, every single day, sometimes several times a day. I think it's
the behavior of a mother cat bringing home prey. She also likes flake
fish food - it's like kitty potato chips to her, she can't get enough
(too bad it's so expensive).

Sammy - gawd, where do I begin??! First, most of you know, at 4.5 years
old she *still* sucks her toe. She follows me around like a puppy dog
(she won't jump on my lap, but she's *always* in the same room as me or
waiting on the other side of a closed door). She *hates* having her
claws clipped or brushing - my arms and hands are in shreds after any
grooming session.

Archer - he is our "nerd" cat. No matter what you're doing, he has to be
the center of attention. If you're playing with another cat, he'll push
them out of the way so he can get the toy. He never "gets" that the
other cats don't love him to pieces - he's blissfully unaware that they
may be wishing he would go away. His favorite toy is a denuded feather
stick (which has no feathers left, just a couple of bright tinsel
streamers). No matter where he is in the house, if you swish the stick
he'll hear it and come running. He will chase that thing until he is
totally out of breath (we have to be careful not to play with him too
long with it). When he first came here he was quarantined in a bedroom
with his bro-fur. In that bedroom was a stuffed green frog. He thinks
that green frog is his meow-my - to this day he snuggles up to froggie to
nap (I put froggie on his favorite chair in the living room so he could
be with the family and still snuggle with his meow-my).

Ozzy - has a foot fetish!!! Seriously!!!!! He very infrequently jumps
up next to me for good pettins. But if you say, "Ozzy want da footses?"
he'll break his neck running from the far end of the house to be "petted"
with a foot. Doesn't matter if you're wearing shoes. Anybody in the
house who crosses their legs will soon feel Ozzy petting *himself*
against their foot!

OK, your turn!!! ;

Nose Twitches,

CatNipped


Where to start? Especially, but not only, when we open the windows,
Stinky still gets his alpha-cat on, and swings through the house yelling
at the top of his lungs. He's always been a talkative guy, and pretty
regularly will walk up to me or Mom and say "Meow?" Occasionally, when he
is doing his perimeter patrol, he will come up to me and do some yelling
directly at me. I have no idea what that's all about. He occasionally
will report to Mom, and read her the riot act.

A funny thing that has started since his CRF diagnosis-- as soon as he's
finished taking his fluids, he makes a beeline for Dante and tells him
off!

And he can do that because one of Dante's idiosyncracies is to sit or
meatloaf nearby and watch when I'm giving Stinky his subQ. It's really
funny-- it's become sort of family time,

Stinky's preferred place to be is near me, if possible, in physical
contact with me. He's always been my lap cat-- he likes to lie draped
over me when I'm watching TV, and he sleeps with me in bed next to my
head.

I've also mentioned here his fondness for walking on the piano keyboard.


Dante sometimes imitates the Big Dood in the swagger-and-yell thing, but
his voice is high and chirpy. I consider Dante's extremely silly face to
be one of his idiosyncracies-- I just look at him and laugh. His body is
pretty funny, too. I've recorded here his drinking straw/pipe cleaner
fetish, before how he loves to play fetch, move things around, and bring
me random junk --once I awoke in a bed full of drinking straws-- he also
once left a trail of them on the stairway.

When I'm in bed, Dante feels called upon to give massive leg massages. He
really gets carried away with this, kneading like a maniac up and down my
legs. :P

--
Theresa, Stinky and Dante
drtmuirATearthlink.net

Stinky Pictures: http://community.webshots.com/album/125591586JWEFwh

LOL! That makes me think of what happens any time Sammy gets brushed.
Archer will *run* over to her and start sniffing at her to make sure I'm not
really killing her like she's loudly proclaiming. As *soon* as I let her go
(or she manages to escape), she runs right over to him and beats the tar out
of him for daring to have come to witness her humiliation! It's a good
thing for Archer, too, that her nails get clipped *before* the brushing! ;

Nose Kisses,

CatNipped

"CatNipped" wrote in message
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I've been thinking about this and finally gotten around to starting a
thread about it. Each one of my cats has some idiosyncrasy. I'm sure
every cat does, so I'll start and then would like to read about other
master's little quirks.


So funny Catnipped. Your cats are a riot. Ours aren't as amusing.

Tanada- Grouchy old Womancat aims her farts at people she is displeased
with, usually me. At least once per day she must knock something off of the
desk or other place in order to express her opinion or to make sure gravity
still works. We're not sure. She has decided to show her dominance over
Wamsey, my hospital buddy, by sleeping on her. for some reason this makes
Tanada feel better. I also must give her some of anything I'm eating, or
she will swipe it. Even if she doesn't like the food, I must donate.
Pizza, spaghetti, tacos, burritos, and olives are a grave danger to the
human and must be consumed by the cat. Especially if olives are involved.

QC- our gentle giantess has a tendency to look at me like I'm the stupidest
thing Bast ever created at the same time as she is trying to beg dog treats
out of me while I'm putting Speedy through his trick routine. She also has
total confidence in her leadership abilities and has been known to knock
down any of the other cats and furiously clean them. Her preferred place to
sleep at night is against my back when I face away from Rob's side of the
bed. Not that I mind, the heat off of her body actually helps sooth my
chronic back pain. She waits until everyone else has fed before she takes
her turn at the feeding trough. This would usually be a subservient
position, but not with QC. It is like she is taking care of her clowder
first and then can relax.

Merlin- known as puddle boy. He doesn't sit, he plops. He's not really
fat, but his huge udder makes him look fat. You know the saying "feces
rolls down hill?" Merlin is the feces. Whenever his feelings get hurt, he
beats up on one of the other cats, usually Miss Calico Girl. He sniffs
everything. We joke that he is very olfactory oriented.

Pine Cone- AKA Pine Cone You Freak. He insists on taking showers with
Amanda and making her spike his fur. We can't put toilet paper on the
holder in the main bathroom as he unrolls it into the litter box (no other
place to put it in there) after he finishes his visit. He eats any plants
or flowers he finds growing. Dried or plastic are safe from him. He has no
sense of shame, even for his rotten sense of balance. He has fallen off of
almost every surface in the house. I sometimes wonder if his time living in
the forest gave him some sort of inner ear balance problem.

First Sergeant Huey- Rob's self appointed nurse cat. Rob can do anything
with Huey, the rest of us are at risk. My side of the bed is the favorite
sleeping ground for QC, Merlin, Huey, and Qui Gun Kit, with Sonya sometimes
joining them. Huey also watches TV with Rob and insists on watching the
action on the computer when Rob is on it, even when the action is the
occasional movement of the cursor when Rob reads a book on CD-rom.

Sonya- Jason and Mike call Sonya the Alien and Mutant because she is of
obvious oriental stock. She is a gentle girl who is in love with Huey. The
two act like a little married couple. I'd worry, but I know they're both
speutered. She is the most comfort oriented of the lot and has an acerbic
outlook on the service of the waitstaff.

Qui Gun Kit- there is a good reason for his nicknames including "Stonerboy"
and "Crackhead." He is a nut. He either acts like he's stoned or he is
totally wired. He spent ten minutes once laying on a rocking chair with his
head over the edge watching the world go by. He likes to help when the gang
is playing D&D 3.5 or whatever game they have going. This means that he
lays on the top area of the cat tree and hangs his feet over so that Mike or
anyone else can tickle those puddy pink paw pads of his. The Crackhead
can't be described, he must be experienced.

Miss Calico Girl- the only cat that refused to give us a name, so she has
adopted the working name we used when we first rescued her. She would
probably be happier as an only cat or with only one or two others in the
house, but she manages to stumble along. She is truly gentle, like QC no
one has ever been bit or voluntarily scratched by her. Even at TEDs the
worst she's one is cuss at them and the techs. They really like her. She
has chosen to live in Mandy's room with Mandy's permission. She continues
to sleep on the pillow being used and on Mandy's (once it was mine, I miss
it) head. She also seems to be a total cynic, which is sad, though
understandable.

Meow Meow- the main outside cat we're feeding. AKA Triller as he trills
greetings to us, whom he considers his humans. He's very vocal and loves
pettins and scritches. He's not overly fond of Mike or Rob, hates Jim, and
adores Mandy and me. He easily gets over stimulated and bites the hand that
scritches him. Not hard, just enough to say enough.

I don't know the other outside feeders well enough to give accurate
information on them. Mamma and bitties (Mike guesses them at 2 months old)
were at the feeders late last night.

Pam S.

"Takayuki" wrote in message
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I don't know if this counts, but I think Buster moves his head
excessively when he's investigating something. Whether he's looking
at me, or some ordinary household object, he stretches to look at his
subject from above, crouches to look at it from below, and tilts his
head back and forth to get a look from all angles and perspectives.

This habit makes him look very quizzical. And if he's looking at your
face this way, it's also pretty comical.

How wonderful!!! Can you get a video of this and post a location for it
(maybe YouTube?) That is so cute.

Pam S,

"kilikini" wrote in message
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Joy wrote:

If I take off a bra and
put it on my bed instead of in the hamper, she sniffs and rolls on it
as though it were catnip. Sometimes she'll lie on top of it for long
periods of time.
Joy

Okay, now that's weirdly funny. LOL.

kili

That's what I thought. I've known two or three cats who acted that way
about shoes and/or feet, but she's the only one I've ever heard of with a
bra fetish.

Joy

"tanadashoes" wrote in message
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"CatNipped" wrote in message
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I've been thinking about this and finally gotten around to starting a
thread about it. Each one of my cats has some idiosyncrasy. I'm sure
every cat does, so I'll start and then would like to read about other
master's little quirks.


So funny Catnipped. Your cats are a riot. Ours aren't as amusing.

Tanada- Grouchy old Womancat aims her farts at people she is displeased
with, usually me. At least once per day she must knock something off of
the desk or other place in order to express her opinion or to make sure
gravity still works. We're not sure. She has decided to show her
dominance over Wamsey, my hospital buddy, by sleeping on her. for some
reason this makes Tanada feel better. I also must give her some of
anything I'm eating, or she will swipe it. Even if she doesn't like the
food, I must donate. Pizza, spaghetti, tacos, burritos, and olives are a
grave danger to the human and must be consumed by the cat. Especially if
olives are involved.

QC- our gentle giantess has a tendency to look at me like I'm the
stupidest thing Bast ever created at the same time as she is trying to beg
dog treats out of me while I'm putting Speedy through his trick routine.
She also has total confidence in her leadership abilities and has been
known to knock down any of the other cats and furiously clean them. Her
preferred place to sleep at night is against my back when I face away from
Rob's side of the bed. Not that I mind, the heat off of her body actually
helps sooth my chronic back pain. She waits until everyone else has fed
before she takes her turn at the feeding trough. This would usually be a
subservient position, but not with QC. It is like she is taking care of
her clowder first and then can relax.

Merlin- known as puddle boy. He doesn't sit, he plops. He's not really
fat, but his huge udder makes him look fat. You know the saying "feces
rolls down hill?" Merlin is the feces. Whenever his feelings get hurt,
he beats up on one of the other cats, usually Miss Calico Girl. He sniffs
everything. We joke that he is very olfactory oriented.

Pine Cone- AKA Pine Cone You Freak. He insists on taking showers with
Amanda and making her spike his fur. We can't put toilet paper on the
holder in the main bathroom as he unrolls it into the litter box (no other
place to put it in there) after he finishes his visit. He eats any plants
or flowers he finds growing. Dried or plastic are safe from him. He has
no sense of shame, even for his rotten sense of balance. He has fallen
off of almost every surface in the house. I sometimes wonder if his time
living in the forest gave him some sort of inner ear balance problem.

Ozzy and Archer are both like that - *both* of them have have fallen
downstairs from the upper railing (Sammy almost did, but managed to hang on
until I could rescue her - which is good since she doesn't still have a
kitten's rubber bones). Whoever said cats were graceful! ;


First Sergeant Huey- Rob's self appointed nurse cat. Rob can do anything
with Huey, the rest of us are at risk. My side of the bed is the favorite
sleeping ground for QC, Merlin, Huey, and Qui Gun Kit, with Sonya
sometimes joining them. Huey also watches TV with Rob and insists on
watching the action on the computer when Rob is on it, even when the
action is the occasional movement of the cursor when Rob reads a book on
CD-rom.

Sonya- Jason and Mike call Sonya the Alien and Mutant because she is of
obvious oriental stock. She is a gentle girl who is in love with Huey.
The two act like a little married couple. I'd worry, but I know they're
both speutered. She is the most comfort oriented of the lot and has an
acerbic outlook on the service of the waitstaff.

Qui Gun Kit- there is a good reason for his nicknames including
"Stonerboy" and "Crackhead." He is a nut. He either acts like he's
stoned or he is totally wired. He spent ten minutes once laying on a
rocking chair with his head over the edge watching the world go by. He
likes to help when the gang is playing D&D 3.5 or whatever game they have
going. This means that he lays on the top area of the cat tree and hangs
his feet over so that Mike or anyone else can tickle those puddy pink paw
pads of his. The Crackhead can't be described, he must be experienced.

Miss Calico Girl- the only cat that refused to give us a name, so she has
adopted the working name we used when we first rescued her. She would
probably be happier as an only cat or with only one or two others in the
house, but she manages to stumble along. She is truly gentle, like QC no
one has ever been bit or voluntarily scratched by her. Even at TEDs the
worst she's one is cuss at them and the techs. They really like her. She
has chosen to live in Mandy's room with Mandy's permission. She continues
to sleep on the pillow being used and on Mandy's (once it was mine, I miss
it) head. She also seems to be a total cynic, which is sad, though
understandable.

Meow Meow- the main outside cat we're feeding. AKA Triller as he trills
greetings to us, whom he considers his humans. He's very vocal and loves
pettins and scritches. He's not overly fond of Mike or Rob, hates Jim,
and adores Mandy and me. He easily gets over stimulated and bites the
hand that scritches him. Not hard, just enough to say enough.

Oh my, you do have an eccentric clowder (but then, again, they're cats so
"eccentric clowder" could be considered redundant)!


I don't know the other outside feeders well enough to give accurate
information on them. Mamma and bitties (Mike guesses them at 2 months
old) were at the feeders late last night.

Oh YAY, I'm glad you saw them again!


Pam S.

Fuzzy Spotty Tummy Rubs,

CatNipped

Loving this thread! Victor Velcro has to fall asleep with his forehead
against my left hip; has done this since he was a kitten (11 years ago!).
After a while he will wander off someplace else but he and I share that time
together every night.

Aggie Marble is the resident Whack-A-Mole. David and I will be reading or
talking, propped up in bed and Aggie's noggin starts bobbing up and down, up
and down, up and down at the side of the bed. It is so funny.
If we stop paying attention she either starts tapping one of us firmly with
a paw or jumps up on the bed. Silly cat.

The kittens both fall asleep upside down. I've not seen this before and it
is absolutely darling. After a while they tumble to their side. they each
have the whitest, cutest bellies and their legs are all askew with one tail
going one way and another tail going the other. I'll be sorry when they out
grow that.
Charleen



"jmcquown" wrote in message
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CatNipped wrote:
I've been thinking about this and finally gotten around to starting a
thread about it. Each one of my cats has some idiosyncrasy. I'm
sure every cat does, so I'll start and then would like to read about
other master's little quirks.

(snip seriously cute idiosyncracies)

CatNipped

Persia does the tap me on the nose with her paw thing. If she can't reach
it my chin will do It's so cute! Used to be she'd do it to wake me
up. Now there doesn't seem to be any pattern to it, she just likes to
reach out and touch me from time to time.

In terms of wake-up-mommy rituals, she's become very dedicated to gently
nipping me on my chin once I open my eyes. It's her version of a good
morning kiss, I suppose. And if I don't stir fast enough two or three of
them is guaranteed to get me moving!

Back in TN she was fed in the small foyer off my very small kitchen. The
phrase, "It's not time yet!" would stop her in her tracks if I was heading
in that direction (she gets feed early AM and early PM). Sometimes she'd
peer around the corner at me through the entry to the kitchen while I was
cooking but she rarely followed me *into* the kitchen. Not so here. She
eats in the bedroom and her food is stored in a closet in the master bath.
Still, when I go into the kitchen she comes in and talks to me. She
doesn't get fed people food, ever, and in fact the kitchen here doesn't
always involve food. I pay the bills sitting at the kitchen table. Guess
she's just keeping me company She meatloafs on one of the small rugs,
either in front of the sink or by the garage door.

The sight of the milk carton coming out of the fridge will induce the most
pitiful crying you've ever heard. She only gets a tiny dribble about once
a week (she's not lactose intolerant but why take chances?). If she had
her way she'd be lapping it up every day! And you don't dare open a bag
of chips/crisps. She could be sound asleep in a closet at the other end
of the house but she knows that crinkly sound anywhere.

Jill

OMG- y'all have the funniest stories! Woodgie has a few quirks, mostly with
me as the instigator. She'll come up to me when she thinks she needs
something, or just wants to get some attention. She'll pat my elbow and say,
"Gramma". She also sits on the edge of the desk where my computer is and lay
there, snoozing. But if I scritch her or say something that rouses her\,
she sits up and puts her paw out. I put my hand out and she'll put her paw
in it. Then she looks at me like "so where's my treat?" which , of course
she gets. I taught her the paw business and sometimes she will do it without
a treat. Usually she checks out my paw before she'll give me hers though,
hoping the treat is already there, like it was when I started training
her...
Kathy and Woodgie ^..^

That is so Kewel
"Kathy" wrote in message
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OMG- y'all have the funniest stories! Woodgie has a few quirks, mostly
with me as the instigator. She'll come up to me when she thinks she needs
something, or just wants to get some attention. She'll pat my elbow and
say, "Gramma". She also sits on the edge of the desk where my computer is
and lay there, snoozing. But if I scritch her or say something that
rouses her\, she sits up and puts her paw out. I put my hand out and
she'll put her paw in it. Then she looks at me like "so where's my treat?"
which , of course she gets. I taught her the paw business and sometimes
she will do it without a treat. Usually she checks out my paw before
she'll give me hers though, hoping the treat is already there, like it was
when I started training her...
Kathy and Woodgie ^..^

On Aug 4, 7:17*pm, "Cheryl" wrote:
"CatNipped" wrote in message

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OK, your turn!!! *;

Nose Twitches,

CatNipped

I had to think about this.

Scarlett still waits until all water bowl sources are cleaned and refilled
then she has to swim in it and make it Scarlett flavored.

Shamrock has to make every room I'm in Bonnie-free

Rhett has to own the humidifier in the winter to the point where I think it
needs to be in a cage to be leak-free; other months he harasses Shamrock,
probably because Shamrock hates his GF Bonnie

Bonnie still has her squeaky mousy toy obsession though she's killed most of
them and they don't make noise any more.

This is a great thread!

Francesca is very affectionate as long as it's HER idea. She's very
agile at getting away if I try to pick her up unless I pounce quickly
enough. She'll tolerate being held, but gives me this look of "If you
don't put me down in about three seconds, things will get ugly" look.
And usually it's when I'm watching TV in the comfy chair. She jumps
into my lap to say hello, and when I obligingly give her strokes and
ear scritches, she drools to indicate what a good time she's having.
She's also the computer supervisor. And yes, she likes to sit on the
mouse, severely hampering my ability to move it around freely. She's
sort of mellow about having her claws clipped, by which I mean she
doesn't scream her head off, although she does try to pull her paw out
of my hold. But she HATES the zoom groom. I swear she bends her body
like a little furry pretzel to avoid letting it touching her. She
gets fits of housekeeping lust in which her inner Martha Stewart
informs her that towels hanging tidily from towel rods is SO last
century. The proper place for towels is obviously on the counter or
preferably the floor. Many cats bury their waste, but Francesca is
incredibly serius about this. I sometimes think she'd like to dig her
way down to Artesian water level to get her droppings properly
covered. On chilly nights she likes to make me hold up the covers
while she considers if she'd like to get under them to keep warm.
She's the bolder of the two cats, and once she's over her initial
shyness, she'll come out and say hello whenever I have company.

Nina is a love sponge, she just soaks it up. She too, will come visit
me in the comfy chair while I'm watching TV, but if I give her
scritches and cuddles, she won't let me watch the program. If I stop
paying enough attention to her, she'll stick her little face in mine
and use her claws while kneading to tell me she wants MORE attention.
Oddly, when I do stop, she'll settle enough to curl up in my lap and
go to sleep. Every night, she chases her poor mother all over the
apartment after lights out for about 15 minutes, then she comes and
lies down on the bed between my knees where she spends the night.
Oddly, she's the shy one. Visitors at my door or the vacuum cleaner
send her running to safety under the comforter on my bed where she
makes a Nina-sized hill, convinced that if she can't see you, you
can't see her. She's the local laundry fetishist, as she loves to
roll ecstactically on my clean laundry when I bring it back all warm
from the dryer. I suppose it must be thoroughly checked to make sure
there are no laundry greeblings embedded in it. Her favorite laundry
toys are my briefs and socks. Next to clean warm clothes, her
favorite things are drinking straws. She's got a kind of Dominatrix
attitude about them. I have a collection of the best-disciplined,
chewed up straws you'll ever find. She trots around with them in her
mouth, plops down on the rug and gnaws and bunny kicks Mr. Straw into
submission for a few seconds, then gets up, and carries the straw into
the next room to repeat the whole procedure. Paper towels standing
still on the kitchen counter are okay. BUt let me put them onto the
designated paper towel holder and I'm asking for trouble. All the
paper towel greeblings come out and start mocking NIna, necessitating
the rapid unrolling of the whole roll so she can get at them and teach
them a lesson.

Both girls are crazy for fishing pole toys. They are both also adept
at messing up whatever pictures I'm trying to take of them while
playing with them.

Melissa

"Shiral" wrote in message
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On Aug 4, 7:17 pm, "Cheryl" wrote:
"CatNipped" wrote in message

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OK, your turn!!! ;

Nose Twitches,

CatNipped

I had to think about this.

Scarlett still waits until all water bowl sources are cleaned and refilled
then she has to swim in it and make it Scarlett flavored.

Shamrock has to make every room I'm in Bonnie-free

Rhett has to own the humidifier in the winter to the point where I think
it
needs to be in a cage to be leak-free; other months he harasses Shamrock,
probably because Shamrock hates his GF Bonnie

Bonnie still has her squeaky mousy toy obsession though she's killed most
of
them and they don't make noise any more.

This is a great thread!

Francesca is very affectionate as long as it's HER idea. She's very
agile at getting away if I try to pick her up unless I pounce quickly
enough. She'll tolerate being held, but gives me this look of "If you
don't put me down in about three seconds, things will get ugly" look.
And usually it's when I'm watching TV in the comfy chair. She jumps
into my lap to say hello, and when I obligingly give her strokes and
ear scritches, she drools to indicate what a good time she's having.
She's also the computer supervisor. And yes, she likes to sit on the
mouse, severely hampering my ability to move it around freely. She's
sort of mellow about having her claws clipped, by which I mean she
doesn't scream her head off, although she does try to pull her paw out
of my hold. But she HATES the zoom groom. I swear she bends her body
like a little furry pretzel to avoid letting it touching her. She
gets fits of housekeeping lust in which her inner Martha Stewart
informs her that towels hanging tidily from towel rods is SO last
century. The proper place for towels is obviously on the counter or
preferably the floor. Many cats bury their waste, but Francesca is
incredibly serius about this. I sometimes think she'd like to dig her
way down to Artesian water level to get her droppings properly
covered. On chilly nights she likes to make me hold up the covers
while she considers if she'd like to get under them to keep warm.
She's the bolder of the two cats, and once she's over her initial
shyness, she'll come out and say hello whenever I have company.

Nina is a love sponge, she just soaks it up. She too, will come visit
me in the comfy chair while I'm watching TV, but if I give her
scritches and cuddles, she won't let me watch the program. If I stop
paying enough attention to her, she'll stick her little face in mine
and use her claws while kneading to tell me she wants MORE attention.
Oddly, when I do stop, she'll settle enough to curl up in my lap and
go to sleep. Every night, she chases her poor mother all over the
apartment after lights out for about 15 minutes, then she comes and
lies down on the bed between my knees where she spends the night.
Oddly, she's the shy one. Visitors at my door or the vacuum cleaner
send her running to safety under the comforter on my bed where she
makes a Nina-sized hill, convinced that if she can't see you, you
can't see her. She's the local laundry fetishist, as she loves to
roll ecstactically on my clean laundry when I bring it back all warm
from the dryer. I suppose it must be thoroughly checked to make sure
there are no laundry greeblings embedded in it. Her favorite laundry
toys are my briefs and socks. Next to clean warm clothes, her
favorite things are drinking straws. She's got a kind of Dominatrix
attitude about them. I have a collection of the best-disciplined,
chewed up straws you'll ever find. She trots around with them in her
mouth, plops down on the rug and gnaws and bunny kicks Mr. Straw into
submission for a few seconds, then gets up, and carries the straw into
the next room to repeat the whole procedure. Paper towels standing
still on the kitchen counter are okay. BUt let me put them onto the
designated paper towel holder and I'm asking for trouble. All the
paper towel greeblings come out and start mocking NIna, necessitating
the rapid unrolling of the whole roll so she can get at them and teach
them a lesson.

Both girls are crazy for fishing pole toys. They are both also adept
at messing up whatever pictures I'm trying to take of them while
playing with them.

Melissa

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I remember when you found Francesca (under / next to a shed?) and then
finding out she was pregnant. It seems like yesterday, but I know it has to
have been a while now. How old is Nina?

Nose Kisses,

CatNipped