So you might be thinking that due to the lack of cat-related posts, all has been quiet on the feline front.
…Oh contraire.
Let’s start with Romeo’s latest attention-seeking tactic, which he has been employing daily around 3:30am. It begins with a few crazed laps around the house, sometimes smacking his toy mouse noisily around on the hardwood floors. Next he feigns interest in something outside as an excuse to use my pillow as a launchpad to the windowsill above our heads. Seconds later, he’s body slamming us on his way back down to the floor. No matter that my head is in his path, he’ll just bulldoze right on over. Next comes the worst part. The wall and door scratching. We used to keep the door closed so that he would leave us alone at night, but instead he would scratch on the door incessantly to get in. Now that we keep the door open, he turns around and slams it shut and then scratches to get out! If it’s not the door he’s scratching, then it’s the walls. And if it’s not the walls, then it’s the cardboard box in the corner, shredded to pieces all over the floor. Sometimes, when he’s feeling a little more patient, he will sit on my nightstand and slowly knock things off, one at a time. First my phone. I don’t move. Then my book. Now I’m awake and a little agitated. Then my alarm clock. Well, I need that! But he sees me moving and is gone before my arm comes fully around to land on his behind. Swing and a miss! <Insert frustrated sigh here>
I do have to give this cat credit in one capacity, however. A while ago we found mice poo under the cupboard and we left the doors open for the cats to patrol. The mice have not returned, which is good. We also found no evidence that they had caught any, so we figured the mice got smart and looked for food in non-cat-partolled areas. That is, until this weekend. “Honey, can you come lift this chair up so I can vacuum under it, please?” Along with copious amounts of cat hair I suck up something else. I pull it toward me thinking it’s one of Romeo’s toy mice that he likes to bat around. Well, it was a mouse alright….and I guess you could say they used it as a toy. I don’t consider myself as squeemish as some women when it comes to dead things and bugs and stuff. But I admit, this time I freaked out completely. Shivers up my spine and goosebumps and all! We threw the carcas out, but I’m mortified to have found that under my living room chair and God only knows how long it was there! So much for cats who bring you their kill as a “present.” My cat hides it like a stinky time bomb under my furniture and then waits! Great job, kitty, but for heaven’s sake, TELL ME next time you get one!
