Ashlah wrote:Aw, Blue sounds like he was a wonderful cat.
We recently adopted a part Siamese kitten, and she does a lot of similar things as Blue. Meows constantly, seemingly at nothing, and runs through the house. Our other poor cat gets so confused by her sometimes. She tears things up like a dog would. My mom got her a little house thing made of cotton-y material, and it ended up shredded around the living room within a few days. But her best trick: she fetches! Completely self-taught. She brought a toy to me one day, and I absent-mindedly threw it across the room. And she brought it back. And again. And again. Letting out an adorable meow every time she takes off after it. She loves it! But, like a typical cat, will only play if it was her idea.
Blue acted like a dog in many ways. One thing he would do is stand up on his hind legs and put his paws on your waist, if you happened to be standing up, looking for attention, just like a dog would. He would do the same thing on your thigh if you happened to be sitting down.
He also fetched. His favorite toy was those little plastic rings you tear off of milk jugs. He preferred the ones that stayed whole when you tore them off; never the easy-peel ones. The way he fetched was really funny. You tossed a ring towards him, and he would just sit there, then stand up on his hind legs, watching the ring come down towards him. Then he would catch it in mid-air. He reminded us greatly of then-outfielder David Justice of the Atlanta Braves. Justice's nickname was "Peanut", so whenever Blue did that, we called him "Peanut" or said he was "doing the Peanut".
He was also patient like a dog. He would make his rounds of kneading everybody. If you happened to be reading a book or the newspaper, he would just sit quietly, and wait. Once you put the book or paper down, said, "Hey, Blue", he would jump up into your lap and commence the kneading.
He also gave back walks. We always theorized he was a masseuse in a previous life. If you happened to be lying on your stomach, like I would tend to be when I'm trying to remake my bed (bed was in the corner; fitted sheet always came undone in that damn corner), he would walk up onto your back, and begin kneading. OH $DEITY did it feel good, especially after a hard day at school and work.
Deva wrote:Set up an artificial plant for Christmas. Decorated it with ornaments and placed an angel doll at the top. No issues with any humans present (except some bent branches). Without humans? Beheaded the angel. On two occasions. Switched to a stouter angel afterwards. Never attacked the other ornaments. Merely knocked them off.
Thanks to Blue, we haven't put up any Christmas decorations in nearly 20 years. We had a 4-foot artificial Christmas tree. Every day, without fail, I would come home from school, and have to put the tree back up. One night right after we had put it back up, Blue knocked it back down. The tree and all the ornaments went into the box, and up in the closet. It was around December 20.
He also helped to unwrap presents. He revealed to me that I was getting a leather working kit. My parents tried to deny it, but I knew that was one thing I was getting. Never got fully into it; the materials were very expensive. May have to get back into it soon. It was fun.
Around Christmas the following year, my mom asked if I wanted to put up the tree. I said, "Only if you want to put it back up every single day, because I'm not doing that this year." She got the hint. The tree ended up I think being donated to a local nursing home or Goodwill.
PatrickRsGhost wrote:Cats hate water, right? They hate getting wet, right?
Try telling that to our tuxedo cat, Jack. She (yes, Jack is a female...we thought she was a male when she was still a kitten) will get in the kitchen sink and sit in one of the basins. She insists on having a "water game", where we turn on the faucet to a trickle, and she will just sit under the stream. She'll then move around, lick at the stream (we have bowls of water sitting around for the cats), then take a paw and "dabble" at the stream. She just sits/stands there, lets the water trickle all over her.
Is she a tabby by any chance? I've heard that tabby-cats are often quite fond of water, and we certainly had some probs with my cat when she was a kitten... she'd insist on 'digging' in her water bowl each time we filled it in the same kind of manner cats used to cover up their poop, thereby kicking splashes of water all over the floor in front of the bowl.
I think she is a tabby, but more of a black tabby. When the sunlight hits her black fur just right (only sunlight can do this; no indoor lighting in our house is bright enough), you can see black tabby markings. She's a tuxedo - mostly one color with white markings, making them look like they're wearing a suit or a tux. T.S. Eliot called them "Jellicle Cats".
Our calico Maggie digs in the water. My mom got tired of water getting all over the carpet in her bedroom (where Maggie's water bowl is; she basically stays in that room all day and most of the night), so she put the water bowl in one of those aluminum disposable roasting pans. Now Maggie (or any other cat that gets the notion) can just dabble to their heart's content, without getting any on the carpet.
Plasmic-Turtle wrote:She also has a serious food obsession, and instead of heading outside to play or chase birds, spends the majority of her life knocking things off shelves, bashing doors, running under our feet etc. to draw attention to her food bowl. Which generally DOES have biscuits in it, only she doesn't seem to like them much (they're diet biscuits). I wish she could just be happy :-/
My grandmother's tortoiseshell, Shelly, whom I'd inherited when I moved into her house after she died, would let you know she didn't like her food by knocking her bowl to the floor. She insisted on eating up on the dresser, so I would feed her up there. If she didn't like it, she would send her bowl flying to the floor, food and all. My parents took her in, and had to have her euthanized. She was getting pretty old.