Posted by MEC on January 27, 2012
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Charles II said
Caption: I told you not to wake me till spring.
MEC said
The cold is all my fault, you know.
Charles II said
Admit it: it’s flattering to be mistaken for Mother Nature.
MEC said
He’s not mistaking me for Mother Nature. I’m the catstaff; everything is my fault.
Phoenix Woman said
The other day I was visiting a friend of mine for whom I catsit on occasion. As we were standing by her open condo door talking, her large orange Persian tabby mix darted out into the hallway. Then he realized it was cold out in the (ground floor level) hallway, and after about thirty seconds (just long enough to save face) he darted back into her condo, where it was warm.
Stormcrow said
Umm .. I see this sort of thing on a daily basis – but only with Sweety Girl, the Cat Without An Off Switch.
When I bop out of my bedroom door with the cat food, Graymouse stands pat in the hall, and sedately walks out to the kitchen. He understands KISS from the pads of his paws to the hair on his ears, and never expends an erg of energy he doesn’t have to.
Sweety Girl, OTOH, has been bashing on my door so hard I halfway expect to hear an orcish host in the background cheering: “Grond! Grond! Grond!”, and starts to “follow through”, in a single grand triumphant rush, into the bedroom.
I have to tell her “wrong direction”.
Christ, if she keeps on, she’ll go right on through the far wall in another 40 or 50 milliseconds, and be in Mexico by the time I get to the kitchen.
But that’s enough to break her single-minded concentration on the Great Offensive.
Then she reverses field, and bounds into the kitchen, sometimes leaping clear over Graymouse’s rotund little body in the process. Usually going past her food bowl in yet another burst of unbridled enthusiasm, before she finally settles on target.
Your friend’s tabby may simply have another caffeine gland, like Sweety Girl’s.
Phoenix Woman said
Heh! Sweety Girl sounds like she’s Siamese. Nah, Butterbean (my friend’s cat’s name) is normally quite sedate. It’s just that he’s in love with the idea of the great outside, but not so much with the reality thereof. Especially in winter.
MEC said
I adore Sweety Girl.