Monday, November 22, 2010

She's No Angel...This Week...



Angel, my seal point Siamese...

It seems the elderly diva of cats has decided to play a new game with her favourite human, "Let's wake her up every hour and see what she'll do."

Of course, in her world, playing involves diving at my feet beneath the covers, emerging for air, and delivering a stern, very vocal lecture regarding everything and everyone about which there is the slightest disapproval...

This includes me at the moment. At almost fifteen, after seeing yours truly journal often, she has targeted any paper or collection of pages for destruction, including notebooks, pads of paper, post-it notes, letters or cards. All now bear tooth marks, rips or the shredding only well-aimed back claws can render.

Just as I am preparing to write out a list of priorities needed in a new locale if I am to move, and doing the necessary research to determine whether they exist there, comparing housing and related costs, looking at jobs and salaries and the number of hours I can work and still get needed PT, she stalks the desk with the fearless demeanor of a tigress, sending my pages flying to the floor.

Scolding has no effect except to increase my irritation with her as she brazenly ignores warnings, dodges the small squirts of water to her face, and then stares at me as if to say, "Do as you will, I am still winning..."

Thankfully, these efforts at warfare do not yet include potty presents in strange places such as the hallway, my freshly made bed, or the sofa. We once had a tiff over a new litter box that wasn't quite the right size and thick-headed human here only came around to this cats' way of thinking after receiving several "gifts," followed by a discussion with her rather amused veterinarian.

I am left once again to guess her uniquely Siamese motives. Is she annoyed or is this some new game she has invented? Perhaps I am the strange one in her eyes...

Until Next Time...

17 comments:

Brian Miller said...

haha. cats are a trip...we found ours in a woodpile almost 11 years ago now...

I Wonder Wye said...

they are the most vocal and smart cats...love 'em loce 'em...oddly enough lenny, our 2 yr old black, talks more than any we have ever had, which I adore...last night Togo decided to fly over our heads repeatedly as we tried to sleep...she is the oldest at 11...a friend gave me a sign that is hysterical: Cats Welcome. Dogs Use Side Entrance.

Zoe said...

My cat Flora would only sit on paper once I was trying to read it or write on it. Or suddenly want to stalk the piano keys once someone was playing it. Or sit on my neck once I was trying to drink a cup of tea...

Alan Burnett said...

You appear to have an animal companion that is both too smart and allowed to be in charge of things too much. You need to train it better. (the above message was dictated by Amy the Dog)

the walking man said...

I have said it before and will say it again. Cat people are slightly unhinged, imbalanced and off kilter.

tut-tut said...

She knows you are contemplating a move, so she is trying to foil you! Cats know what's up before we even form a thought in our head

Anonymous said...

lol,poor you!

the fly in the web said...

She knows you're thinking of making a move...probably reads your lists...

nick said...

She must be jealous of your writing activities and determined to sabotage them. Very mean of her.

A Super Dilettante said...

I love your cat. She's beautiful with her long pensive face. Sorry I haven't been around much these days, my dear. Too busy at the gallery. I hope you have a lovely weekend and happy thanksgiving when it comes x

Baino said...

Who knows, I had a siamese years ago and she ruled the roost.

karen said...

What a beautiful Angel she is!! I just love the descripton of her latest antics...

Anonymous said...

Remember, it's not the gift that counts, it's the thought.
My cat once left me a thoughtful gift in my shoe.
X David

Shaheen said...

I know its no fun for you, but this has been an entertaining read - Ah Angel the cat, what will she get up to next?!

tattytiara said...

tut-tut's right. About a week and a half ago my most senior kitty - a 16 yr old who usually doesn't enter the room where I sleep at any time of day - started waking me up in the wee hours by softly placing a paw on my cheek or cheek vicinity (eg nostril, eyelid) and gently, slowly, flexing her toes until the super sharp little points of her claws could be felt. She's clever enough not to leave a mark - the skin was never broken nor any blood drawn so the case would never hold up in court - but holy hell does that sensation wake you up in a hurry!

We moved a week after she started doing it.

They know.

e said...

Brian,

Cats are a gift. I hope yours has a long and happy life.

Wye,

Is Togo gymnastically inclined? My cats have never been around a dog, so I don't know what to expect if I bring one home...

Zoe,

It is amazing what they consider their territory...or what they'llget up to for attention!

Alan,

Amy may be right! Unfortunately, it is the Siamese who trains rather than her human companion.

Walking Man,

Yes, I've always been a bit off kilter (LOL)...

Tut,

Yes, indeed!

Candie,

Merci...Les r├Ęgles de chat!

Fly and Nick:

Undoubtedly!

ASD snf Karen:

Thanks for the lovely compliment. She is as bloody minded as she is gorgeous, so it keeps things interesting.

Baino: I believe you're right...

David:

A gift in your shoe??? Was she angry at you??? Vet Lady says when cats poop outside the box, there's a behavioral issue to deal with...

Mangocheeks:

I'm glad you enjoyed it, she is a bit of a ham, always enjoying the spotlight.

Tattytiara:

Usually, that means Angel wants breakfast. Have you de-coded this behavior in your cat???

Enchanted Oak said...

I'm an off-kilter cat person who once received the same comment from the Walking Man. Cat people know cats know everything there is to know, and they don't care what you think. I did manage to train my cat once in a particular task: She wanted to walk all over my little desk, which is a precarious place for kitties, with knicknacks and flower vases and laptop keyboard. I shooed her away many many times before she finally agreed to negotiate the desktop with the most delicate ease. It was a good compromise. But I still find her comments on my documents when I return after a brief absence. Although I can't decode cat language, I know the comments aren't nice.

You're moving???? Obviously, she doesn't approve. Hm. Good luck.