Now, I do have 4 furballs in residence here…
Each have their own cat-way of doing the things that it is cats do.
Mariko is the talker of the bunch. She’s ALWAYS got an opinion, and is happy to share. She also likes to pick on Spooky, then comes running to one of the humans in the household when he ‘picks’ back. Above all else…she needs to be the FIRST breathing thing in a room, so she always gets underfoot as she races to be upstairs and on the ledge before I’ve finished climbing up the stairs.
I’ve learned to look before I step 😀
Spooky is the proverbial rebellious teen. If he wants to do something, no amount of chastising, yelling, stomping or finger-snapping is going to deter him. He’ll continue to push the boundary until you get the water bottle out and squirt him with it…then be back in 5 minutes to start the cycle over again. He is very much a cat, convinced of his own superiority, and lets the humans know this on an hourly basis. He’s also not very user-friendly, and hates strangers. Picking him up usually involves a hospital visit for the uninformed, as he uses teeth and claws with little to no provocation.
Lillian, on the other hand, is not a cat…at least, she THINKS she’s not a cat. Granted, she spends a lot of time on the ledge getting warm and sunshine-y… like a cat. She grooms constantly… like a cat. She likes laps and occasionally bats at catnip toys… like a cat. But she is not, in her mind, a cat. She doesn’t do cat things with the other cats. They’ve learned this (more or less) for their own safety, because reminding Illy that she’s a cat usually involves a lot of very-much-cat caterwaulin’ and claws. She also has the feline equivalent of RBF (Resting Bitch Face)
Which leaves me with Henry. Of all the cats, Henry had to be the one to go last in my lineup, because he won’t mind being at the back of the pack. Where Lillian has RBF, Henry has a perpetual smile. Henry can best be described as a Stoner cat, because he’s always happy and relaxed…unless the front door is opened. Henry is also our little escape artist, because there’s got to be something real cool on the other side of our front door, and he can’t wait to share a bowl with whatever it is.
The four of them have been at the little cardboard scratching pad we’ve had in the house for claw exercises. With all the stories lately about how deforming declawing a cat can be, I’m glad we made the decision to keep all paws intact, even though it does require a bit more maintenance on our parts keeping all 40 nails blunted. Here’s what the cats have done to the one we really need to replace:
Our furballs must be happy with us humans…the said so by scratching a smiley face into their pad.