This is another post about my cat. If you don’t have pets, or never had pets, you probably won’t get this. In fact, you may decide to never get a pet, ever. But they’re totally worth it.
I went to visit my friends Ben and Jo in Rockport, Texas over the weekend. The following are snippets from a conversation I had with Jo.
Conversation with my friend Jo about Pyewacket, my newish kitten:
Me: Pyewacket is getting pudgy and is now on diet. I used to call her Princess Pye, but now I’m calling her Pumpkin Pye.
Jo: *laughs* Maybe she’s not getting enough exercise?
Me: Oh, no. The little Tasmanian Devil of a kitten gets plenty of exercise. Everything in the house is a toy. My house is probably being shredded as we speak. All boxes that enter, packing materials included, are immediately claimed by Pye. It doesn’t matter if she’s too big to fit in the box, it’s still hers. She races up and down the RV in the morning and in the evening. When I’m trying to sleep she attacks my feet and legs. (Yes, Bluzdude, I have been trying your suggestion of ‘sail cat’. She thinks it’s part of the game.)
Me: I’m pretty sure she thinks her name is “No” because I’m always telling her to stop attacking or scratching something. And then there are my showers. I can’t take a shower alone anymore!
Me: The day after Pye first showed up on my doorstep, I decided she needed a bath. All went relatively well considering I was bathing a kitten with Tasmanian Devil powers. But, when I was drying her off she suddenly went completely limp in my lap. I thought I’d given the little half-starved kitten a heart-attack!
Jo: You thought you’d killed her?
Me: I slowly opened the towel and saw she was happy! She loved the rubbing and fluffing of her fur! But now I can’t take showers alone! She tries to open the door whenever I take a shower.
Jo: *laughs harder*
Me: I throw water over the door on to her head. It’s all in vain – she doesn’t care. She probably likes it. She even jumps up and hangs on the towel bar trying to see or get in the shower while I’m in it. (The shower is open all day long, and she can sit in it anytime. She only wants in when I’m in it and the water is running.) Her extra weight and gravity slowly pull her back to the floor and I see little white-tipped paws slip off the towel bar.
Jo: *laughs more*
Me: And now I can’t even have a glass of water next to the bed at night.
Jo: Why not?
Me: Because Pye tries to drink out of it. And I *know* where that tongue has been – licking her butt. I will not drink cat-butt-tongue water.
Jo: *laughing hysterically*
But it took me a few days to realize she’d been drinking out of my nightly glass of water. EEEEEEWW!!