Our Little Black Cat has a friendly and cheery and disposition. She is the first cat to greet people at the door and will play with everybody who visits. One of the cutest things she does is chase her tail. We have a cat scratching post with a covered cubbyhole on top that all the cats enjoy sitting on, and playing king of the mountain. When Shadow Cat get up there it is usually for attention. The scratching post is conveniently placed for maximum exposure to humans moving around the house. If you leave her up there long enough without interacting with her she finds ways to amuse herself. As she bends over to rub her head on the rough material she catches sight of a tantalizing fuzzy black thing waving around behind her. She turns to follow it and it moves away. She turns faster to grab it as it slides just out of reach. She ends up spinning circles on top of the cat scratcher with her hind claws dug in for balance and her front paws frantically swiping at her swishing tail. Eventually she catches the free end and bites it! Then she gives her tails a few consoling licks and sees it flash by on the other side and she is off in circles again. It is the craziest thing to watch and makes me laugh every time.
Early morning. The sun is up but I am still in bead drowsing, watching the light and shadows dance outside the window. I roll over intending to do back to sleep when my blanket covered feet are suddenly attacked. Looking down I see a large wild eyed tabby cat with all claws extended furiously grappling with a foot shaped monster under the blanket. I poke my other foot up nearby wiggling it enticingly scratching the blankets with my toenails. The cat launches himself straight up and lands squarely on the new threat with all four feet claws and teeth. I then jiggle the forgotten foot and a Little Black cat jumps onto the bed to help Tiger Cat defeat the menace under the covers. After a few minutes I am laughing and the cats are running around like lunatics. No more sleep this morning, because cats love feet.
This may sound silly but each of our cats has a theme song. We have found songs that match their personality and have changed the words to adapt the songs to the individual cats. This happened organically over time so now each cat actually responds to their own song. Old Man Max Cat may be up in years but he still gets his beast on once and a while. His song came from the show South Park and goes like this: On Sunday he’s a beast, On Monday he’s a beast, On Tuesday through Friday he’s a beast, On Saturday he’s a King Kamehameha Beast! I’ll skip to the youngest and smallest cat who we took in as a stray after she just showed up in the yard. Shadow Cat is lean and svelte with a healthy shiny soft black coat. She also has the highest purr per pound ratio. Her song is from AC/DC: She was a fast machine, She kept her motor clean, She was the blackest damn cat that I ever seen, With her whiskers twitchin’, her tail is swishin’, And she was purring for you, Purrin’ all night long, With you, Purrin’ all night long, Yeah she’s purrin’. Lily Cat is our other lady cat who will sit up on a shelf in the hallway and caterwaul until you giver her some lovin’. She rolls around and sing along to her song from the B52’s: Sign says stay away fools, Cause love rules, With the Love Cat, Well she sit way up on box on a shelf, She likes to caterwaul and she needs her belly rubbed, Glitter on the highway, Glitter on the front porch, Glitter on the mattress, The Love Cat is a little old cat who, Needs her belly rubbed, Love Cat baby, Love Cat baby Love Cat. Last but not least, is Tiger Cat, the biggest cat of all. He has so much love it pours out of him; he kneads with all four feet, head buts and nuzzles whenever there is a lap available for sitting in. We call him our Love Bug so his song came from the theme song from the Love Boat: The Love Bug, Soon he’ll be nuzzling you, The Love Bug, Promises head butts for everyone, Set a course for a new lap, Your mind on a four foot knead, And Love, Won’t hurt anymore, Cause the claws are clipped, More to adore, It’s love, Welcome aboard it’s Love Bug. So our cats have a well rounded appreciation for all kinds of music.
I know that I’m biased, but I do believe that my cats are the cutest cats in the world, especially when they do exceedingly cute things. With four cats in the house we do have a lot of extra loose fur floating around that gets everywhere. It collects in corners, under furniture, behind the appliances where it grows into monstrous killer dust bunnies with teeth. It sticks to the rugs and sofa cushions. We vacuum, sweep, and dust, but our little fur factories churn it out faster than we can get rid of it. This time of year is particularly fur filled as they are shedding their heavy winter coats to be cooler during the hottest summer months. So this morning as I was waking up, I realized I was seeing individual cat hairs floating on hidden air currents glinting shimmery silver as they passed through an early morning sunbeam pouring through the window. Very pretty in that sleepy kind of way everything seems just fine when your brain isn’t completely awake yet. Sitting up sent more hairs jetting through the sunbeam so I decided to brush the cat who was still in bed with me. She loves a good brushing and was reveling in the attention; flopping over, rolling back and forth, purring maniacally. She was enjoying it so much I started using two hands; brush down her back with one hand then swipe down her back with the other. Of course the swiping hand sent globs of fur into the air as my hand whipped off the tip of her tail. These loosely packs fur piles languidly floats for a moment before delicately descending to the floor. I sent another fluffy fur ball flying over the foot of the bed and as it started drifting out of sight, a tiny black paw quickly reached up and batted at it. As the claws connected, all the hairs dispersed, floating their separate ways. Curious, I flung another fluffy fur ball and again a small black paw jabbed at it over the end of the bed. I started sending more small fur piles gliding in her direction. Little Black Cat went wild, prancing up on her hind legs, jumping around, and swinging her paws at all the fur balls wafting through the air. I got laughing so hard my eyes watered! What an amusing way to wake up in the morning.
Yoga feels wonderful in the morning; stretching out all the muscles and joints, clearing and calming your mind, waking up the spirit, and invigorating your body with deep breath. I am paying special attention to my wrist, bending and stretching it in all directions, and putting weight on it. It still hurts, but it is getting better every day. Little Black Cat likes morning yoga too. As soon as she sees the first down dog, she comes trotting over to rub her sleek body between my arms and legs, purring and cooing. Once I am on the floor, Lily Cat runs over and starts sprinting laps around me, hopping over my out-stretched legs and rubbing my against my thighs. They both want to be petted and loved, chirp and flopping down in the wiggle worm way cats do. It seems to be a fun game they play. Kitty cat yoga helper brighten up any morning.
I wake slowly, to another grey day. Muted soft blue sunlight seeping through the window. My husband is up already, I here him working in his office. I am sluggishly gaining clarity and consciousness. I find it difficult to wake up on cold wet mornings. I turn over and snuggle deeper into the warm blankets, feeling the weight of two cats at my feet. They barely stir as I move beneath them. I realize that a third cat is sleeping on my husband’s pillow beside me head. As I settle down, I notice that they are all faintly snoring. Soft, rhythmic, breathy, delicate snore on the exhale, with just a hint of something almost like purring in their sleeping dreams. I am surrounded by feline contentment. This is a good way to start the day.
Decided to set up a puzzle today. Pulled out the folding table, picked a puzzle with fuzzy lines and bright colors, a water color painting titled “Waterfall At Sunset”. I put the table in the kitchen under the overhead lamp and sit in a straight back wooden chair this time, instead of my usual place sitting on the sofa with a reading lamp. The light in the kitchen is much better which makes up for the less comfortable seating arrangement. Of course, puzzle pieces attract cats, With Tiger Cat and Lily Cat, after the initial curiosity wore off, they went about their own aloof kitty cat business. Shadow Cat was not so easily deterred, however. She needs to be the center of attention; if you are not paying attention to her, she will put herself in the direct line of your attention. So, while I was leaning over, seriously contemplating puzzle pieces, suddenly there was a Little Black Cat, between my nose and the table. She chirrups and coos, then flops down on top of where I am working. She has an expression on her fuzzy little face of laughter, a shining light in her eyes of mischief, and the purr of love in her throat. Completely impossible to ignore. As she flops, pieces go skittering and flying, and her little black paws bat at them. I scold with s sing song voice, pick her up, nuzzle her close, and put her in my lap. Less than three minutes, she is back on the table. We go through variations of this game for half an hour before she settles in my lap content to take a quick nap. What would we do without our little kitty cat helpers?