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Saturday, June 06, 2009

Caturday!

ICHC for teh CATS!

Yes, it R Caturday, peeples, and y'all should be enjoying it! Sun's up, although the cats are not. And no, that's not Zingiber hogging Gojira's pillow. Actually, there is a pillow story to be told. The last time we did the sheets, we decided to do the Kitteh Pillow too. The Kitteh Pillow is Gojira's sleeping spot, although others muscle in throughout the day to conk out as they wish. Mostly, at night, Gojira claims it. Since she's a tiny little thing (about 7 lb, max), we have to enforce her Pillow Rights.

Believe me, it's well worth our while to ensure that she gets the damn thing to herself. The alternative is, she burrows under the covers and bites any ass she can find. How the hell did we end up with such an assbiter?

Anyway, she's very possessive of her pillow and complains loudly if anyone gets on it. I mean, anyone. Cat or hoomin. Luckily, in spring, summer, and fall, unless it's cold she spends most of her time outside with little meal breaks, so the others get a little pillow time.

Well, this time, since we were going to wash teh Kitteh Pillow cover, we had to make sure the pillow was safely out of the way so they couldn't rip what's left of it to shreds — that is, any more than it already is. So we stuffed it in a cupboard.

Well, the Wah (that's what we call her when she's at home — the WahWah Petal) came in while we were lying around watching Battlestar Galactica, and oh, my, the drama! If you didn't know better you would've called the cops on us for practising random vivisection or feline torture. Because it was WAAH,WAAH,WAH! at the top of her lungs for twenty whole minutes, as she paced up and down the bed, digging around among the bedclothes for her beloved pillow.

Yeah, we gave up in the end. You ever get into it with a determined cat? You *know* they always win. Always. Because no hoomin can outstubborn a cat. So we got her another pillow, plumped it, placed it at the head of the bed, and put her on it with much petting. The reward? A bite in the ass. I'm afraid to take a piss, I know I'll leak.

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4 Comments:

At 6:10 AM, Blogger themom said...

My psychotic cat ALWAYS wins...sometimes?!?!?!? If she can't lay up against me, she burrows under the covers, meowing the entire time. I will poke at her from above the covers, actually aggravating her I believe - to the tune of more meows and growls. Hmmm...I may have attributed to this psychotic nature.

 
At 9:33 AM, Blogger Ms. Manitoba said...

PolCat, you are absolutely correct:
they always outstubborn us.

 
At 2:26 PM, Blogger Batocchio said...

There can be no negotiating with hostile foreign cats who hate your freedoms and seek to rob our pillows.

Actually, there was a great line I heard years back about how kids are great negotiators (and it applies to cats, too) - they understand that "no" from the big people is an opening posistion, not a final answer.

 
At 12:33 PM, Blogger ThePoliticalCat said...

There can be no negotiating with hostile foreign cats period. Their personal armament always outnumbers/outweighs/outintimidates ours, and, as you pointed out, "No" is a word that has never graced their admittedly limited vocabulary. Nice to see you here, Bat!

 

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