Ysabel watches him play for entertainment value, does resent it vocally when he rams her like a runaway barrel or insists on going into my room, which is HER territory, and pursue her there. But she’s beyond pulling her punches, she’s ‘correcting’ him a tap when he becomes obnoxious. Which is often.
I’m cooking chicken: a lot of chicken, about 40 pieces, in the George Foreman grill. They’ll go into two bags, one to freeze, one to use, and they’re diced up to use for stirfry and Thai chicken, enchiladas, and whatever. I’m being climbed on—the Demon Kitten, aka the Demon King, remember the David Bowie role? He wants to be Near someone. I’m elected, because I’ve got his other obsession, Ysabel. And I smell like, yes, chicken.
Now he’s gnawing on my bare ankle. He’s just finishing his first teething round: yesterday he was truly unbearable, wanting to chew on your fingers, ankles, anything. Today it’s better.
I decided to bake what I think of as an imari bread, a little bit of every flour in the kitchen. It will probably end up a brick.
Ah, now Demon Kitten has gotten on the bed. He lay down for 2o seconds near Ysabel, and is now back over here crawling on the keyboard.
Then the chicken-beeper went off. I went to answer it, put on new chicken, came back and he’d taken possession of my chair.
I gathered him up and took him to Jane.
Jane: “But what did he do?”
Me: “Everything.”
Newsflash: He’s baaaaaack. Climbing on my leg.
Rofl. The joy of kittens!
LOL at David Bowie Demon Kitteh. I bet on occasion his fur looks like Bowie’s hair… except not blond.
You Must Adore Me Now, says Kolohe Kitteh.
It’s a good thing they’re so cute 😉
I had the great pleasure to do some contract work in a cat household recently – I sincerely hope the bibliography no longer shows books written by ersdfihp.
I also found out that while my common housecat is reasonable, my singhalese is abysmal – I was given some very important, quite possibly classified information, and all I could say was ‘I’m sorry, I don’t understand.’ They have very interesting vocalisations.
He’ll slow down. Eventually.
(I know someone with a cat that ran, bounced, and jumped constantly until he was nearly a year old. He’s now capable of standing still, as well as simply walking. Watching him spring vertically and then bounce off legs as he went somewhere else was … interesting.)
Go pour chicken broth on Jane’s ankles. That should take care of the problem!
Oh, c’mon…she has it easy. For every minute he’s trying to chew her, I get him for five! 😀 Of course, I do get him for the hard sleepy time, too. 😀 I finally told her to shut the door behind her when she brought him to my room.
He promptly fell asleep! ROFL
Obviously she’s a kitty toy. I didn’t know they came in human size, but I should have realized it before now.
Even demon kitties are cute when they’re asleep.
Cats divide the universe into three overlapping categories: food, danger, and kitty toy. 🙂
I kept my kittens in a large (3’x3’x4′) cage until everyone had hissed and made up. First kitten came into a house with 2-year old brother and sister. He was in the cage to protect them. Second one came into a household of two adult males (one of them very jealous). She was the only survivor of an abandoned litter, had some serious health problems early on, and was undersized. I had to keep her isolated for health reasons. Third kitten came into a household with two adult males and an adult female. He was in the cage because he was a little thug. Now he’s a big one.
We have a “time-out” cage, a small one. Anyone being especially obnoxious to the other residents gets a short stint in the cage, often with the door open. Gabe has been know to whomp one of the girls and then go sit in the cage and glare at us.
I once had a kitten who, while I was cooking dinner, would climb up my jeans to my shoulder, anchor herself with a paw/claws in my scalp, and swing at the light cord. It was really adorable – worth the pain!
I was just sitting down to write when Zaphod knocked a huge pitcher of water over in the kitchen. Well, the counter and floor needed cleaning anyway, right? Lucky it was just water since I was about to add some brewed tea to it to put in the fridge.
Lovely little kitty friends. But if he doesn’t keep his wet tail off my desk, we’re going to have words.
He loves to play in water, by the way. I should have known better than leave that sitting there!
I’m not much of a cat person myself, but a few years ago when I was living with my brother in Nebraska, he and his wife acquired a kitten which had apparently been abandoned by its feral mother. It liked to climb legs, which didn’t bother my that much, but one day when I was working at the computer, it achieved my lap. I though “cute”. It then crawled up my shirt front to look me in the face. I still thought “cute”. Then it bit me on the nose. “NOT cute!”
They always recognize the ones who are not ‘cat people’ you know. LOL
🙂 There’s a simple reason for it. Those of us who ‘have’ cats get a possessive marking daily, the rub around the legs, etc, the head-butt, so that when we go out into the world we will be ‘defended’ against foreign claims and importunate scoundrels.
Let into a room of people, a cat will naturally claim the only ‘unclaimed’ person in the lot, attempting to annex them to the house’s ‘domain’ and thus increase its territory.
Humans are woefully uncooperative with these subtle efforts, else our cats would give us empires.
It’s even more disconcerting when the target proves to be an aileurophobe and climbs onto the nearest chair.
It makes politics absolutely impossible.
I am on speaking terms with several cats, and am subject to a thorough sniff-check whenever I go from one place to another. I must be an ambulatory newspaper.
Lol. FOr some reason, noses strike most cats as the most improbable part of the human face. They will often take an exploratory nip, thinking perhaps that it doesn’t belong to you, but rapidly learn this is not a good idea.
Emily and Katie are asking if Eushu can come over to our house to play.
I think the reason cats always seem to pick out the person who doesn’t like cats as someone to “recruit” is because of a cross cultural thing. Humans narrow their eyes (in a frown) to mean, “I am angry or hostile. Go away.” Cats narrow their eyes to mean exactly the opposite — “I am not hostile, I don’t feel that I have to watch your every move. I will let you come closer.” — try looking your cat in the eyes and lower your eyelids to half close your eyes, or blink very slowly, and see what happens. When a person who doesn’t like cats frowns at them, they think it’s an invitation to come closer, so they do. — If you are not a cat person and don’t want one getting friendly with you, open your eyes as wide as possible and glare at them. They’ll usually back off.