Things I Call My Cat:
Muffin (her real name)
Beetle Butt
Sugar Butt
Baby
Baby Girl
Princess
Kitty
Smelly Cat
Smelly Butt
Fatty
Sweetie
Poopy Pants
Fluffy
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cat. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Poor Little Pussy
Everyday I am faced with the dilemma: How much whining can I put up with before I give up and let my cat outside?
To make this simpler I have created some rules such as: Not when it's dark; Not before work; And very little if it's raining (she hates getting her paws wet).
But now that the weather is turning nice, I feel bad about cooping up my cat inside all day until I get home from work. I could open up the window and she could squeeze through the bars and come and go as she pleases, but then again, so could anything else small enough to fit through the bars. And even right now, I have the window cracked open an inch and it's driving her crazy that she can't get outside (and believe me, she is trying).
The problem stems from the fact that my cat is a huge attention whore (aw, just like her mama), and loves to interact with all the people that walk by. Except for the dogs, she hates the dogs. Even the ones that are smaller than her and she could so take in a fight.
One solution is getting her a playmate, but my place is far too small to have 2 cats, and Muffin is jealous enough for my attentions (she resents my computer and boyfriends), that I'm sure that would not work out well. And anything else, she would eat.
Oh what to do, what to do with my poor little pussy....
To make this simpler I have created some rules such as: Not when it's dark; Not before work; And very little if it's raining (she hates getting her paws wet).
But now that the weather is turning nice, I feel bad about cooping up my cat inside all day until I get home from work. I could open up the window and she could squeeze through the bars and come and go as she pleases, but then again, so could anything else small enough to fit through the bars. And even right now, I have the window cracked open an inch and it's driving her crazy that she can't get outside (and believe me, she is trying).
The problem stems from the fact that my cat is a huge attention whore (aw, just like her mama), and loves to interact with all the people that walk by. Except for the dogs, she hates the dogs. Even the ones that are smaller than her and she could so take in a fight.
One solution is getting her a playmate, but my place is far too small to have 2 cats, and Muffin is jealous enough for my attentions (she resents my computer and boyfriends), that I'm sure that would not work out well. And anything else, she would eat.
Oh what to do, what to do with my poor little pussy....
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Spring!!
Have I mentioned how glad I am that the snow is melting and it's gotten warm enough outside, that my cat will go out and play? I am very excited. This means that I don't have a ball and chain hanging around, cutely pawing at my arms for some attention when I'd rather be doing mindless things on my computer. Mostly, because she doesn't actually like to play. She just wants you to pay attention to her. If you try to play with her, mostly she just looks at you like you're crazy and have no idea what your doing.
I compare it to playing with a 4 year old, and your doing it wrong because you don't know all the rules because they just made them up in thier little heads, so you might as well give up now rather than continue being yelled at by a child... That's what it is like trying to play with my cat.
The good news is I'm feeling happier today. It could be the incredibly sugary drink that I just had, or the copious amounts of sleep I've had in the past few days (although, admittidly, I probably will still have a nap today). Or it could just be the fact that I get to go see my baby tonight. Even though all we do is watch TV, it's nice just to have someone to cuddle up to and just have all your cares in the world melt away. It's like that really satisfyed feeling after some good sex.
I compare it to playing with a 4 year old, and your doing it wrong because you don't know all the rules because they just made them up in thier little heads, so you might as well give up now rather than continue being yelled at by a child... That's what it is like trying to play with my cat.
The good news is I'm feeling happier today. It could be the incredibly sugary drink that I just had, or the copious amounts of sleep I've had in the past few days (although, admittidly, I probably will still have a nap today). Or it could just be the fact that I get to go see my baby tonight. Even though all we do is watch TV, it's nice just to have someone to cuddle up to and just have all your cares in the world melt away. It's like that really satisfyed feeling after some good sex.
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