I used to like cats. Perhaps I only say that because the only cats I’ve owned were outdoor cats. They came around at mealtime and when they wanted attention, but for the most part they would find a sunny spot somewhere around our house and sleep the day away. Thanks to living with indoor cats, I’ve been able to observe their quirky behavior, and I’m beginning to not like them as much.
Currently I live with four cats. For those of you who have read about them before, I apologize. There’s Holly who is an unfixed Calico Persian; she’s about six or seven. Muddy is a fixed brown, gold, and red domestic short hair; she’s about fourteen or fifteen. Surami is a Calico kitten who is about four or five months. Finally, our foster cat Ashe, is a six or seven year old dilute Tortoiseshell cat; she’s also fixed.
The reason why I specified which cats are fixed and which ones aren’t brings me to the first reason why I don’t like cats. Unfixed female cats are annoying. They yowl all the time and they present their behinds to whatever creature passes by be it a male cat, male human, female human, or female puppy. After Holly tried to get my then four month old puppy to mate with her, I called Holly a Pup-o-phile. It was just disturbing. I think I ended up putting her in one of the bedrooms–the cat, not the puppy.
Nothing is safe with cats around. We can’t even put our take-out on the table because the cats will jump up there and get into the bags. Yeah, my dogs have been known to get into bags of food, but two of my dogs are too small to reach the table and my other dog doesn’t counter-surf. Last month when we were cat-sitting, the cat we were looking after jumped up on the table and pulled off some pizza and hotwings my husband brought home. She proceeded to open one of the personal pizza boxes and eat the pizza. Yeah, she got into big trouble.
Lately, Holly has been allowing Surami to nurse. Holly used to be a breeder, but she hasn’t had kittens in several years. When we got Surami, she was eight weeks old. Now, had she started nursing on Holly right away I would have understood. Nope. She waits until she’s half grown. It’s disturbing to watch. It’s disturbing to see Holly encourage this kitten that is almost as big as her to nurse from her. Since the kitten has her adult teeth, she is very rough with Holly’s nipples, to the point that they’re sensitive. However, Holly won’t discourage the kitten. We have to separate them, but somehow they always find each other. They’re like opposite ends of magnets.
My husband and I would love to get a love seat or couch, but can’t because the cats will scratch on it. One of my chairs has battle scars from the cats constantly scratching on it. Once Holly looked directly at me and started scratching on the chair. Yep, she got into big trouble. It’s just really annoying because I want nice things, but as of yet I can’t have them.
Kittens have lots of energy and get into everything. Sometimes it’s really cute, like when my mom put Surami in a box and she and my puppy played together. Surami would pop her head out, bat the puppy on the head, and then duck back in the box. It was so adorable. Other times it’s annoying like when she runs all around the house like something is chasing her. I’ve nicknamed her Spazzrami.
I could go on and on, but I think the above sums up my life with our cats. Yeah, I say I don’t like cats and it’s true, but every now and then one of the cats will do something so sweet or so adorable that my heart melts and I realize that my life wouldn’t be as interesting without them. Besides, they provide great ammunition for starting conversations with my husband, people at work, and random people who even seem to be interested.
Until next time…pull that food off the counter and blame it on the cat