It was late — past midnight, going on for 1:00 a.m. I simply could not sleep. The cats were snoozing peacefully on each side of me and there I lay — a cat sandwich — thinking of all the things I need to do in the morning. And now it’s half past 1:00. No help for it – I was going to have to get up and fix my sure-cure-for-sleeplessness, a cup of warm Ovaltine and buttered toast. The cats would not like being woken, but hey, who’s in charge here, anyway? Oh, yeah, right. Well, maybe they’ll forgive me. Of course, as soon as I snapped on the kitchen light, they were there, dancing around my feet and uttering little chirps and yowls. “I am not getting you anything to eat,” I told them. “You had your dinner.” Smokey looked right at me and I could tell what she… Read More »
Cats like to nap. They like it so much, they do it for hours at a time. Like 18-20 hours. And yet when we say “cat nap,” we don’t mean a sleep-a-thon. So how did the phrase “cat nap” come to mean a brief refreshing nap?
“Grandma was right,” I thought as I trudged back up the driveway. Today I had a bunch of errands and I was halfway out of the drive before I remembered that the package I was going to mail was still sitting on the dining room table. Drat! Grandma had a saying: ‘If it doesn’t come out of your head, it has to come out of your feet,’” My feet were paying the price for my head forgetting the package. Now that I think of it, Grandmas seem to have a lot of pithy sayings. One that I liked much better was: “Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought him back.” My friend Sharon’s grandma assured us “there’s no pot so crooked that there isn’t a lid to fit it,” (on meeting a husband). My other grandma had a slightly more grim outlook on marriage: “She who marries for money, earns… Read More »
Is it possible that my cat, Smokey, is a bored cat? I mean, really, do you think cats get bored? Dogs get excited about things and jump around and bark and are always underfoot. Cats, however, seem to simply drift through life sleeping, bathing and occasionally taking a stroll from one room to the next or even (in the case of my cats) into the backyard. But really, how exciting can that be? Smokey has been following me around all day crying. Why? I have no idea. Is the water dish full? Check. Is there crunch (we don’t call it dry food — how appetizing would that be?) on the blue plate? Check. Is the cat door accessible — I mean not blocked by a chair or something? Yep, it’s clear. In Smokey’s case that really doesn’t mean much. She won’t use the cat door anymore since Lop Ear came… Read More »
Yeah, I’ve tried yoga. Some of us are built for it — some are not. I’m not. However, I’m constantly reminded that I need to do some kind of exercise. And who reminds me (other than the mirror, I mean) — it’s my very own house-mates. Smokey has been doing it for so long that now she does yoga in her sleep. Even now that she is an “elderly” cat (according to her vet), she is still plenty limber. I am amazed at the agility with which she runs, leaps and even sleeps. Sleeping seems to be her favorite thing and she’s so cute that I have hundreds of pictures of her sleeping. Yoga obviously is second nature to her. Then there’s Paddy O’Cat. He tries — he really does — but on him it doesn’t look so natural and it’s pretty obvious that there’s something that prevents him from… Read More »