He views with felinest dissspleasure the removal of the cabinetsss and the ffflloorrr…
His food is in another room, but if you go in there in the small hours of the night, you will find him parked in the center walkway, to be sure nothing else leaves and the thieves do not make off with us all…
Not surpurrised that Senor Don Gato is out of sorts, although for most effective house protection, one must go to his partner-in-crime, His Felinity Sei.
Junior, our most senior cat, is pushing 19 and we are pretty sure has a touch of senility. He wanders about at night, occasionally disputing with Zorro, but his favoritest thing is to sing us the song of his people at 5:00 a.m. This results in pillows over heads and sometimes leaving the a/c on fan mode to mask the soliloquy. He also gets stuck in corners and is most ‘scruciatingly plaintive and bewildered.
Two of my “male” cats sang/sing to corners. It may be a male cat thing. Then again, it may just be them responding to some arcane anomaly in the quantumverse. I’ve noticed my three “male” cats were/are much more vocal than either of the
“female” cats I had. It may be that caterwauling is a male cat thing. Mine always paraded up and down giving stirring renditions of The Mighty Hunter Song, usually after they had “visited” the litter box, so it might be a territorial thing also. Or not. Then again, it may be the kitty equivalent of singing in the shower (where the acoustics are so good. . . ). It’s mysterious.
Didn’t Lovecraft talk about monsters, the hounds of Tindalos, that emerged from corners? The traditional enemies of dogs are cats, so perhaps they are doing us a service by warning off extradimensional critters.
Our (yes, male) cat, Tango Foxtrot, likes to sing in the bathtub. He and others of our (again, male) cats now and in the past have also like to recite poetry in the dead-end nook between the bookcase and the wall. We call it the Poetry Corner.
I have been getting the feline equivalent of “the evil eye” from Maggie, my five-year-old tuxedo. She used to jump up on the couch (or chair) with me whenever I’d sit down and demand that time for petting. However, with the arrival of the Gray Whirlwind, aka “Dusty”, Maggie has decided that I have crossed an unprecedented line. She tolerated me bringing in Cindy, but Dusty has been a holy terror with the other cats. She’s only 4 months old, but she’s relentless. Maggie finally had enough yesterday and bopped her a couple of times. Later on, Dusty went after Maggie from behind, and got her ears pinned back for her troubles. Maggie’s a sweet cat, but she has her limits. Dusty’s tried it with Sydney, too, who’s 9, and is even less tolerant. That series of attempts didn’t last long. Funny, Dusty doesn’t even try to go after Sophie, the most skittish of the 5, perhaps because Sophie goes after Cindy without provocation. I have a veritable sea of feline dislike for the other members of the “family”, and apparently, they all blame me for that. Well, I AM the one who brought all of them into the household, so yes, I am to blame.
Boy, is he gonna be surprised when the new cabinetry appears! Though I suspect he will be more impressed by the reappearance of the quantum displaced improbability food bowl in the cascading temporal causality floor tiling. (What, technobabble, you say? Why no, whatever gave you the idea I’ve been watching TV SF this past weekend?) :o)
A few days ago, my new office desk chair arrived, nicely boxed up. I brought said box into my bedroom, to unbox and put together the next day.
Whereupon, both felines declared this new box to be a Most Favored Place Upon Which To Rest, even preferring it to the makeshift desk or to my bed, during the day! They have (double gasp!) declared it big enough to Share, indeed truly Neutral Territory between them!
I am so considerably impressed that I am considering keeping said box filled once I (belatedly) put together the new chair this weekend, in hopes of having Feline Peace in Our Time.
If only others in current global news would take note of how easily feline domestic tranquility could be achieved. I am most assuredly impressed. (And so are both cats. They are quite proud of their furry selves.) They also have congratulated me on this achievement, surely on their behalf.
* Oddly, most of my cats throughout my cat-owned history have been male, neutered, and have not been too prone to serenade or guard corners. However, they have been known to do other wacky things whose purpose is known only to feline-kind. But to be fair, they are most puzzled by some (OK, many) actions of their human companion.
Goober will be 11 at the end of this month. Smokey will be 8 (whoa!) at the end of the year.
It is remotely possible they are mellowing. Just a tiny bit. But don’t tell Smokey. He would deny this cat’ego’rically. Mellowing, but still with extra personality.
I love this about cats, that they do have such amazingly varied personalities.
You realize that once you unbox the chair, you will have disturbed the box’s feng shui and it will no longer be desirable to either cat, save as a sort of Romulan Neutral Zone.
LOL, this is highly probable, but hey, I do need the chair, so…. LOL. — Yeah, I considered that, for whatever inscrutable feline reason, once I open and empty the box, it will no longer have that certain…fan-tabul-ous chair-ity? :: shrugs :: Kitteh Feng shui. It is a thing.
Man, cats are weird. Haha.
We’ll see what happens! 😀