| monicakat |
06-01-2006 06:44 PM |
Have 3 cats. The oldest is a huge, orange, long-haired fatty named Frank. He eats non-stop. He shoves the other 2 out of the way and eats furiously, panicky, like it is the last meal of his life, about 8 times a day. But I love to watch him play. He plays with so much enthusiasm, even though he's getting to be almost 9 years old. He will take the little mouse with synthetic fur and literally toss it across the room with his front paws. He stands up on hind legs and just pitches it, then runs after it and tackles it, looking around like a mad man back and forth, trying to protect his prize. The wierdest thing he does is drool, a lot, like strings of drool while he sits in front of the TV. He loves Law & Order.
Simon, our middle child, is a claustrophobic black and brown tabby. He is the thickest, most densely muscled cat I've ever known, and although not very large, weighs roughly 23 lbs. If you try to pick him up, pet him with 2 hands, or wave anything in front of his face, his eyes get wide and frightened and he retreats into the kitty condo, not to show his face until we go to sleep. He always has to turn around a couple times before finally choosing the proper spot and position to lay down. He's so self-conscience, too, more so than any cat I've ever had. Once he fell off the top of the fridge onto the counter and rolled off onto the rug and was so embarrased he hid for like a whole day and a half.
The one that gives us the most trouble is our youngest, Buzz. He has an obsession with chicken wings, and so when my husband has them, he has to take the bones out to the curb the minute he finishes. We've tried wrapping them in plastic wrap, then aluminum foil, then putting them in a zip-lock and inside a cereal box, then in the trash can with something heavy on top of it, like a ceramic jug or case of soda, something like that. In the morning, there are still chicken bones all over the kitchen floor. Buzz will play fetch for hours at a time, happily bringing his "be-Bop" back to you over and over, even if you keep throwing it to the EXACT same place 100 times, he can't get enough. He was the runt of his litter, and is fully grown but still looks like a kitten, and so we constantly regard him a child. He loves to be tortured- my husband will slap him around playfully, like punching him in the ribs, and Buzz runs away like 2 feet and comes back immediately, laying down and surrendering himself on the floor, whining until Jon does it again.
We are a young couple; don't have kids yet and so the kitties are our entertainment and we love them. Such distinct personalities... anyone ever read "The Fur Person?" Best cat book ever read. Very good. :D
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