Tag Archives: Cats

Pets Reflect Their Owners

 

Have you ever noticed that sometimes pets and their owners start looking similar as the years go by?  Ever had this happen to a friend?  To you?

 

I can’t say I’ve had one of my pets start looking like me, but I have had pets that seem to start thinking like me.  I’ve had cats come running into my room and hang out when I’m listening to my favorite music, climb into my lap for a nap while I’m reading or watching a favorite movie, and most recently, my cat Kenzi has taken a liking to the blanket my mother made for me this past Christmas.  That could just be her love of soft fleece blankets, but there’s something interesting about this one.  It’s Doctor Who themed.  And it seems to be her new favorite (this also reinforces what I mentioned in the post I made last month…Cat Burglar).

 

Every time I crawl under this particular blanket to read or watch TV she comes running.  No matter where she was in the house.  Even if she was in the basement and couldn‘t see me.  It’s like she has some kind of blanket ESP.

 

How many people can say they have a Whovian cat?  Me!

 

 
TARDIS Cat

Kenzi’s a nerd, just like me!

 

 

 

Until next time…

 

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~A.M.

Cat Burglar

 

I know I’m not the only one out there that has issues with my cats “stealing” things. My seat when I get up for a second, the warm spot in my bed when I roll over, and most commonly (for me)… Soft fleece blankets.
My cats, one in particular, adore soft fleece blankets. I can’t tell you how many blankets I’ve bought myself, and subsequently lost because one of my cats claimed it as theirs.
Typically, it’s my youngest cat, Kenzi that swipes my blankets.

 

Proof…

 

 

Kenzi the Blanket Thief

 

 

So, as an early Christmas gift to myself, I bought yet another blanket. Let’s see how long it remains mine.

 
Until next time…
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~A.M.

What The…!? Oh Hell No!

 

Recently, as I was working on my computer, one of my cats, Kenzi, was sitting on my windowsill and suddenly took off into the hall.  Typically, when one of them does that, it’s because they see something in my yard and are chasing it to another window in the house to watch it.  That wasn’t the case this time.

 

After Kenzi ran out of my room, I heard her in the hall growling.  Not wanting there to be a fight between her and one of my other cats, I went to see what her problem was.  When I stepped out into the hall, Kenzi was crouched down with her ears back and her tail swishing back and forth.  She was looking at my other female cat, Abby.  So, I looked too.  At first, it didn’t register what I was seeing, I thought Abby had found some kind of green cord to play with (which confused me because I have nothing like that lying around the house), but when it started flailing around, I realized that it was a little garden snake.  A snake…in…my…house…!  [O_O]

 

Now, I’m not afraid of snakes, but I’m not fond of them either.  Though, I was pretty surprised to find one in my house and what freaked me out was the fact that I didn’t know how (or when) it got in.  But, Abby, my good little hunter, caught it for me, and Kenzi let me know.  Luckily, I got to Abby before she could kill and eat it.  I grabbed a plastic shopping bag and picked the little guy (or gal) up.  I got this photo before I went outside and released the snake into the bushes on the other side of my yard.

 

Garden Snake

 

Now I’m paranoid about snakes getting into my house.  But, I’m confident that if one does, Abby will catch it and Kenzi will let me know.

 

 

Until next time… Beware of snakes!

 

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~A.M.

Loss Is The Hardest Thing

 

Anyone who has ever lost a beloved pet, especially a pet who was more like a member of the family than just a pet, knows how hard it can be to deal with that loss.

 

I mentioned earlier this year that my best friend of nearly 17 years, my cat Tigger, passed away in January.  Tomorrow will mark three months that she’s been gone and I’m still finding it difficult to accept.  It still doesn’t feel real in a way, like I’m going to wake up some morning and find her napping in one of her usual spots.

 

And looking back through all the pictures I have of her, it makes me even more sad.  I have several photographs, but so few of them are actually good, clear, and proportioned.

 

Saying farewell, be it to a friend, a family member, or a beloved pet, can be one of the hardest things any of us has to do in our lives. That’s why I prefer not to say “goodbye” but “until we meet again.” It’s still difficult to deal with loss like this but I choose to hang onto the belief and hope that our souls reincarnate and that, in the next life, we’ll meet our loved ones who went before us.

 

 

Tig on Purple

 

 

Rest in Peace, Tigger.  I will always love you.

Rest in Peace, Tigger. I will always love you.

 

 

Until next time…

 

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~A.M.

“Whatcha Doin’?”

 

I’m sure those of you out there who have pets (namely cats) have experienced at one point, your pet getting in the middle of an activity or important task you’re trying to take care of, searching for attention.

 

Well, one of my cats feels that I shouldn’t be writing without her presence.  She comes into the room, and if I’m sitting too close to my desk for her to hop up into my lap (which is most of the time), she’ll jump up onto my desk and get between me and my laptop.  She knows she’s not supposed to do that, but she does anyway, to get my attention and let me know I need to pay attention to her.

 

So, I push my chair back, let her get into my lap and when she’s bored with that (more accurately, I think she feels that I don’t give her the amount of attention she wants and she just gets annoyed), she climbs onto the arm of my chair then up onto the back where she perches and looks over my shoulder.

 

Now, I wear headphones to listen to music while I write and when my cat does this, I can hear her purring in my ear over the music, that’s how close to my head she sits.

 

Sometimes, when she stares over my shoulder, she sits there so long that I start to wonder if she’s actually reading what I’m writing.

 

Proof.

 
Abby Perched on My Chair

 

I wish she would give me a neck massage while she’s back there.

 

Anyway, I feel kind of guilty when she wants my attention (even though a good third of my daily attention is devoted to her already) while I’m busy writing and I only stop to pet her for a few moments before going back to writing.  So, I try to time it now so I sit down to write when she’s off napping.

 

What tasks do your pets get involved in, or try to distract you from?

 

 

Until next time…

 

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~A.M.