Life with a senile cat
Feb. 20th, 2006 11:48 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pjthompsonMy roommate's cat, Underfoot, or the Princess Pussepotte as I call her, is senile and often loses track of where the humans are in the house. Instead of seeking them out, she stands in the middle of the room and launches into the most heartbreaking caterwauling. As soon as a human appears, or yells, "What's the matter, Undie?" the caterwauling stops and she can go about her business. She doesn't like thinking she's alone in the house, I guess.
The other trick she's started to play lately is, "I want someone to go to bed with me." She'll walk into any room where humans are gathered and give an insistent-sounding meow, then she'll scamper off a few feet. If no one takes the hint, she'll return and repeat as necessary until someone finally clues in and follows her. She inevitably leads them to my roommate's bedroom where she either jumps up on the foot stool and thence onto the bed, or stands flicking her tail until someone lifts her upon the bed. Then the human in question (anyone will do) is supposed to sit down next to her on the bed and administer scritches until she can relax a bit from her ordeal--maybe a minute or so. Then you are free to carry on with whatever menial chores (like getting ready to go to work) you were doing before she required your facilitation.
Maybe she isn't senile, just spoiled rotten?
She certainly has complete faith that whoever occupies the house is going to fall right in with her wishes and commands. Oddly enough, we do.
One of my friends said, "You know tortoise shells: they're one-half crazy and the other half nuts."
I'm beginning to think she's right.
The other trick she's started to play lately is, "I want someone to go to bed with me." She'll walk into any room where humans are gathered and give an insistent-sounding meow, then she'll scamper off a few feet. If no one takes the hint, she'll return and repeat as necessary until someone finally clues in and follows her. She inevitably leads them to my roommate's bedroom where she either jumps up on the foot stool and thence onto the bed, or stands flicking her tail until someone lifts her upon the bed. Then the human in question (anyone will do) is supposed to sit down next to her on the bed and administer scritches until she can relax a bit from her ordeal--maybe a minute or so. Then you are free to carry on with whatever menial chores (like getting ready to go to work) you were doing before she required your facilitation.
Maybe she isn't senile, just spoiled rotten?
She certainly has complete faith that whoever occupies the house is going to fall right in with her wishes and commands. Oddly enough, we do.
One of my friends said, "You know tortoise shells: they're one-half crazy and the other half nuts."
I'm beginning to think she's right.
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Date: 2006-02-20 02:30 pm (UTC)