I’m not sure what we do to them, but eventually, all cats in our household run galloping towards madness. We’ve had cats who spontaneously paralyze, suck on carpet and hiss at the doorbell. Since we moved to the new house, Lola – sveltest of our felines – is now attempting to change breeds – she is licking herself hairless.
Evolution to Sphinx…
I give her six more months… et… voila!!
It’s spring. Honest-to-God, grass-greening-up spring. Warmer air, buds on the trees and… cats. The cats are outside once more. Lazing on sidewalks in sunbeams, trotting up to you when you “puss-puss-pussssss…”, rolling around on their backs, begging for a tummy rub. There I am, walking back from the bank – I’d already had my cat…
We have an indoor/outdoor basement in our new home. Built in the mid-to-late 1800s, the cellar sports a gravel and dirt floor, parts of which are in various states of damp depending on how quickly the snow is melting. The cats are… ecstatic. As indoor cats, their new proximity to ‘outdoors’ has them doing their…
Lola is a cat burglar. I mean literally. Our smallest black cat… burgles. She has a penchant for jewelry. She must be part magpie. Which is a cute little quirk generally, except that a while back she stole one of my most adored pieces of jewelery – a pendant from my friend Shannon. I’m pretty…
“Get out of her!” Firm shake. Firm shake. “OUT! YOU. GET. OUT. OF. HER!!!“ My hands around her throat now – Chi-Chi’s eyes bugging out even more. She’s making gagging sounds, but I can still see it’s not her. “GET OUT! OUT! OUUUUUUUUUUUUUT!!!!“ “Heather.” “GET OUT!!!“ “Heather…” “YOU. LEAVE. MY. BABY. RIGHT. NOW!” David’s hand…
So… I put down catnip last night. This is the conversation I overhead. Minuit: (immediately pawing, huffing and rolling in afore-mentioned catnip) This shit is great! OH MY GOD! This is the best shit I’ve ever had! Lola: I wanna try, let me try, let me… (sniff, sniff, roll) oh WOW!!! Steve: I don’t feel…
In the middle of moving day. I was at the new house, already unpacking. David was back at the old house to help lead the movers in a second rendition of Should it stay or should it go. “Hello?” “…Hi…” He had a tone. “What’s wrong?!?” “Well, Minuit seems to be…” “What? Seems to be…