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fredericksDamn my soft heart.
This morning the Fed Ex guy came by with a package. I opened up the door and the first thing I saw was a cat sitting in the walkway behind him. The cat wouldn't stay still, though; she'd get up and rub her body along the flower pots we have leading up to our doorway. I was amused. I asked the Fed Ex guy if it was his cat. He said no, and that the cat was probably looking for a free meal. He pulled off after delivering whatever it is in the little box he gave me and the cat, which I'd dubbed "Meow Mix", was still there showering kitty affection on our plants. I took the Fed Ex's guys words to heart and tried to look for something for Meow Mix to eat.
Now, I've been a dog owner for the last 8 years - the first thing through my mind was to offer Meow Mix some ham, but that seemed wrong. I pulled out some semi-stale bread and put it on the steps for Meow, who'd started feeling up the steps and the storm door. She (because I able to see she was definitively a she) sniffed it gamely and then looked up at me once before ignoring it entirely and going back to rubbing her body along everything in sight. We had no milk left in the house, so I then hit upon giving her some generic Ensure. Jackpot. Meow Mix lapped at that a couple of times.
By now I was envisioning having a cat in the house big-time. Meow Mix was so cute and meowy and all that good stuff. BUT I knew (and more or less know) that the cat cuteness and the body rubbing was just because it's nip-freezingly cold outside right now. See, cats are manipulative. Dogs, if they're hungry, will annoy you by throwing their bowl around, running around like idiots, and generally being a nuisance. Cats are slicker in that they maintain the cute: they'll meow plaintively and then rub your legs seductively. If they trip you while they twine around your legs, surely they don't mean you harm, right? (ha) I opened the screen door (making sure the door to the living room was closed securely) and coaxed Meow Mix to come inside. It took some calling, and I found myself giving her commands I'd give to Krishna, like "come!" ::patting my knee:: or "stay", given once Meow had stopped dicking around with rubbing herself on the storm door edge and had ventured into the porch. I forgot cats pride themselves on not following demands but do occasionally get off on spraying your home with urine. I shoo'd her back outside at that point and called my dad to ask him about the possibility of keeping a cat.
Predictably, he said no. All for the best, I guess. When I went back to the door to check for Meow Mix she'd long since fled, although not before finishing off the generic Ensure I'd left for her. The Fed Ex guy was dead on after all. I shrugged, sighed a little, and left the rest of the drink out for her. Maybe when I'm older and living all alone I'll have a number of cats after all. Then again, I might be afraid they'll rise up and kill me in my sleep if I go against them. Manipulative bastids.
This morning the Fed Ex guy came by with a package. I opened up the door and the first thing I saw was a cat sitting in the walkway behind him. The cat wouldn't stay still, though; she'd get up and rub her body along the flower pots we have leading up to our doorway. I was amused. I asked the Fed Ex guy if it was his cat. He said no, and that the cat was probably looking for a free meal. He pulled off after delivering whatever it is in the little box he gave me and the cat, which I'd dubbed "Meow Mix", was still there showering kitty affection on our plants. I took the Fed Ex's guys words to heart and tried to look for something for Meow Mix to eat.
Now, I've been a dog owner for the last 8 years - the first thing through my mind was to offer Meow Mix some ham, but that seemed wrong. I pulled out some semi-stale bread and put it on the steps for Meow, who'd started feeling up the steps and the storm door. She (because I able to see she was definitively a she) sniffed it gamely and then looked up at me once before ignoring it entirely and going back to rubbing her body along everything in sight. We had no milk left in the house, so I then hit upon giving her some generic Ensure. Jackpot. Meow Mix lapped at that a couple of times.
By now I was envisioning having a cat in the house big-time. Meow Mix was so cute and meowy and all that good stuff. BUT I knew (and more or less know) that the cat cuteness and the body rubbing was just because it's nip-freezingly cold outside right now. See, cats are manipulative. Dogs, if they're hungry, will annoy you by throwing their bowl around, running around like idiots, and generally being a nuisance. Cats are slicker in that they maintain the cute: they'll meow plaintively and then rub your legs seductively. If they trip you while they twine around your legs, surely they don't mean you harm, right? (ha) I opened the screen door (making sure the door to the living room was closed securely) and coaxed Meow Mix to come inside. It took some calling, and I found myself giving her commands I'd give to Krishna, like "come!" ::patting my knee:: or "stay", given once Meow had stopped dicking around with rubbing herself on the storm door edge and had ventured into the porch. I forgot cats pride themselves on not following demands but do occasionally get off on spraying your home with urine. I shoo'd her back outside at that point and called my dad to ask him about the possibility of keeping a cat.
Predictably, he said no. All for the best, I guess. When I went back to the door to check for Meow Mix she'd long since fled, although not before finishing off the generic Ensure I'd left for her. The Fed Ex guy was dead on after all. I shrugged, sighed a little, and left the rest of the drink out for her. Maybe when I'm older and living all alone I'll have a number of cats after all. Then again, I might be afraid they'll rise up and kill me in my sleep if I go against them. Manipulative bastids.
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Date: 2005-10-28 03:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-29 04:55 am (UTC)And of course you have the bestest sweetest kitten in the world. It's most likely undercover at the moment.
No, I'm sure your cat's lovely. I think I'd like to have a cat someday.
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Date: 2005-10-29 01:43 pm (UTC)Nah, my cat's too old to be undercover. She's almost 15. Still acts like a kitten most of the time though. :-)
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Date: 2005-10-28 04:32 pm (UTC)"Dogs have owners, cats have staff."
Even though kitties are manipulative, it doesn't matter to me since they're just sooo cute!
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Date: 2005-10-29 04:57 am (UTC)Aren't they, do? I mean, dogs can be cute too but cats are just all purry and self-cleaning! Self-cleaning! I love that. No trying to hold down a four-legged pee machine in the shower so you can scrub 'em down. Sweet.
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Date: 2005-10-28 05:23 pm (UTC)Something about the fact that you gave the cat "Generic Ensure" is really funny.
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Date: 2005-10-29 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-28 05:36 pm (UTC)This article might have you think about your canine loving ways:
Cats are Sexier
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Date: 2005-10-29 05:03 am (UTC)If I could find a cat that acted as openly adoring as a well-cared for dog I'd take them home with me in a heartbeat. I'm simply too needy for a cat. Although I did like Meow Mix (I have no idea why I decided to name her after cat food either; I can imagine the strange looks I'd get at the vet when I'd get called in for an appointment). I find myself looking for her around the yard outside.
And, with the title...cats are sexier? That's entering territory that I don't even want to ponder.
Your icon is the shiznit, btw. That cat looks like business.
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Date: 2005-10-28 07:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-29 05:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-29 12:36 am (UTC)Milk isn't very good for adult cats anyway; like most mammals, cats outgrow the ability to digest lactose after they're weaned. What was wrong with the ham? My cat loves it.
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Date: 2005-10-29 05:09 am (UTC)When I took some time to think about it, I thought that Mewtwo (you know, from Pokemon?) would have been my second choice. I watch entirely too much television.
Milk isn't very good for adult cats anyway; like most mammals, cats outgrow the ability to digest lactose after they're weaned.
I've not been around cats. For some reason I thought they wouldn't eat processed sandwich meat, that it'd be too pedestrian for them. No, I kid - I just didn't know what she'd eat. The generic Ensure was a good call as it turns out she's a kitten. My mother told me she's part of a litter that hangs out in our garage (Meow Mix, two other kittens, and Momma Cat); they decimated our garden rodent population this fall, which I'm happy about. If ever the felines have a redeeming factor it's the whole mousing thing.