Cat Tales – Page 2

Failure to Launch

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Jan 022013

A few months ago I bought Duchess a scratching post with a perch attached. She loves it; she scratches it, sleeps on it, and sits on it to look out the window.

And, when she’s having a Crazy Cat Episode, she likes to race through the house and launch herself to the perch from several feet away.

Tonight she was having a ‘sode, galloping through the house, and attempted to launch herself to the perch as usual. She didn’t quite make it, and for several seconds I was laughing hysterically as she hauled herself up the rest of the way.

I explained the source of my hilarity to Alpha Geek, who nodded. “Poor energy management,” he remarked. “Should have applied more thrust on short final.”

Pet the Cat

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Nov 072012

Last night Alpha Geek’s dad dropped by. He chatted for a while with the boys and me, completely not noticing the cat desperately trying to get his attention.

Some animals have a preference for one gender over another, and Duchess prefers men. She doesn’t dislike women, but she’ll go out of her way to get attention from a man. Just like she was doing last night.

She started off being coy, just washing herself where he could see and admire her. Alas, Dad doesn’t have pets and isn’t used to these subtle signals. He continued chatting with the boys.

Then she approached him and rubbed against his legs. He didn’t notice.

Finally she abandoned subtlety. She jumped up on a counter next to him, and looked at him like this:

He still might not have noticed, but I took pity on the little attention whore. “Would you please pet that cat?” I asked.

“Oh, certainly,” he replied. At last, she got some much-desired attention.

Cat Games

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Jul 072012

Duchess has a small collection of cat toys. Some are toys we actually got for her, from a pet store—a toy mouse, a yarn ball, a little stuffed chicken. Some are items she’s found around the house that she enjoys playing with and added to her pile of toys—a hair scrunchie, a wine cork, a foam disc from my son’s toy gun.

Sometimes we join her in playing with the toys, and other times she invents her own games. One of her favorite games is “drop the toy in Alpha Geek’s shoe.” Alpha Geek typically leaves his shoes under the coffee table. Duchess likes to drop a toy in his shoe, then fish it out again. She’ll do that for half an hour or more. It’s a great game.

Last night she emerged from the basement with something in her mouth and headed for the coffee table. Alpha Geek’s shoes were, for once, not there. She turned around and went into the other room, where Alpha Geek was on his computer. Apparently his shoes were not there, either, for shortly she came back and dropped a cockroach on my sandal. Then she halfheartedly patted it around for a while, but it just wasn’t as much fun.

Then I had to explain to Alpha Geek what I was giggling about.

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