I was cradling my little black cat, Tebe, when I decided to write this. He’s the most relaxed cat I’ve met; that is, when he’s not being crazy. He’s the smallest of the crew, a bit more of a people cat than most, likely attributed to the fact that he was bottle fed as a baby because he was found motherless. What I love about Tebe is that he let’s me hold him, hug him and just breathe him in. He also plays fetch and randomly jumps on me.
In general, I don’t blog about my cats. I mention them, but I’ve never truly sat and written about them. They are singularly the most annoying, dirty, cutest, softest, funniest parts of my life. (wait, did I just describe myself?) Yes, I am a single woman with more than one cat. But, what’s wrong with that? They help keep me balanced and provide affection and companionship that I lack. I’m not a very “touchy” sort of person unless I know it’s okay to be that way with someone. My kitties are a different story. They come to me! Okay, so, maybe a kitten flopping on your face makes it difficult to breathe, but once you scootch them over and get them re-situated, you have a little space heater!
Baby Oliver loves water and ceiling fans. He can’t resist the opportunity to overturn a glass of water (or his water bowl) and one day, he’s going to catch that crazy fan. He sits atop the television in my bedroom and contemplates (very seriously) lunging for the blades. He sits on the bed, staring up at the fan, circling and mewing towards the draft (in fact, he just performed this act.) He also loves his Gracie cat. He follows her wherever she goes, nudging her for affection. Sometimes she obliges and licks his face, but she’s the dominant cat, so she gets away with growling and swatting too. Most of the time it’s a combination of the licking and playing.
And that brings me to my first kitty, Gracie. She’s been with me for 4 years now. (hard to believe!) Within 5 minutes of bringing her home, she ran away and hid in a wall for a week. We thought she’d gotten out of the house and run away for good. I even looked for her in the rain. She’s still the most reserved around people (aka she hides under the bed when company comes over) but she’s also a silly fluff ball who will nap with you and lick your face until you push her away. (and you will because her tongue is rough and it hurts)
So tease me if you will comrades, but I break for cats.
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