So my friends, it’s another blog day and nothing blog-worthy has happened recently, so let’s delve into the blog idea box, shall we? Do you have a cat? I do, in fact I have two. I have been putting off writing this blog for a while now, mostly due to the fact that the one cat’s name isn’t particularly easy to spell and I was too lazy to memorize the spelling, but hey that’s what Google’s for, right? His name is Pinocchio, and is sister’s name is Blue. Yes, Blue is short of Blue Fairy from the movie Pinocchio. Yes, I did name these cats. No, don’t judge me. Keep in mind those names are from the girl whose father named her puppy after whiskey. At least it’s better than Mittens, right?
If you’ve ever woken up in the middle of the night and followed a suspicious noise while carrying a baseball bat only to find your cat playing with something they pulled out of your trashcan, then you probably know how weird cats can be. Albeit, most people skip over the word ‘weird’ and go straight to ‘cute.’ If you have ever watched a cat for more than two minutes, then maybe you’ve asked yourself the same thing I’ve been asking myself. What in the world goes through their minds sometimes? If you are allergic to cats or just don’t have one and have no idea what I’m talking about, then you’re in luck, because this is the part where I tell you all of the peculiar things I find my cats doing from time to time in excruciating detail.
Here goes, let’s call it ‘Thing I noticed’ #1. Simplicity. I recycle cardboard, so when I finish a box of cereal in the morning and I’m still not awake enough (or I’m too lazy) to put it out in the garage with the rest of the stash of stuff that will be taken to the dump at the end of the week, I just put it next to the trash can. The way my cats look at it you’d think it’s a thousand karat diamond, honestly. They’ll knock it over and just paw at it until they tire themselves out and take a nap. Literally they just stand on it and stroke it as if they think if they do it enough times they’ll reveal some secret cellar underneath of it that holds the meaning of life. If you have a cat or are planning on getting one, here’s a piece of advice, DON’T WASTE YOUR MONEY ON TOYS! You can find perfectly entertaining items around your house, or just some garbage they’d be content with playing with. Can you imagine being that easily entertained? I guess to a creature who is incapable of working the internet, everything becomes that much more interesting.
Thing I noticed #2. Water/Water Bowl. It’s no mystery that cats really don’t like water. However, I’ve found that my cats are perfectly fine with it- as long as it’s on their own terms. You give them a bath and they’ll make a noise that you didn’t even think cats were capable of making, but if they choose to stick their legs in their water bowl, then all is fine with the world. Now they have this water bowl that is electric and kid of works like a fountain. They’ve had it for a while, so they have had time to get used to it, but every now and again I’ll walk into the kitchen to find one of them staring at the water as if it holds all of the secrets to the universe. If only I could tell you how many times I have walked into the bathroom to find Blue on top of the toilet dipping her paw in the water until she hears me coming, then scrambling out of there with everything she’s got. You’d be shocked.
Thing I noticed #3. Height. I’m one of those people who hates heights, even if I can’t see them. I refuse to go on elevators, it’s that bad. So you can see how I am simply puzzled by my cats fascination with being high up. In my house, you can see the top half of my stairs from the living room. It’s kind of hard to explain, but instead of a railing, there’s a half-wall. It goes a little higher than the railing but you can’t see through it, it is a wall. It’s also wider than a railing, so it’s convenient for setting things on, and coincidentally for my cats to sit/lay on. It scared the crap out of me the first few times I saw them do it, too. If they fell off, then they’d probably break their legs, so at first when they did it I tsked at them and they’d hop off. They didn’t get the message though, seeing as how they’d just jump back up fifteen minutes later. Now I just let them do it. I am pretty sure Pinocchio sleeps up there every night.
Wouldn’t it be nice to be a house cat? It seems like the easiest life ever. Comment and tell me about your cat(s) or lack of cats. In the picture, the brown and black one is Pinocchio and the white and black one is Blue. I’ve had them since they were born (literally they were born IN MY BED) and they turned a year old in July. That’s it for this week! I’ll be back next Monday attempting once again to make your Monday suck less.