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Good Cat, Bad Cat

Last night daogre and scottgardner and cacofunny came over for some Vs. action. It was a good time, we haven't done much hanging out since daogre moved to the evil hinterlands. Hinterlands of evil? At any rate it's hinter and it's evil.

Anyway, we're mid nerd-out when I get a call. "Um, are you missing a cat?" I look around the apartment, there's my cat, right there. So no, I'm not missing a cat. But the other one is nowhere to be seen.

"Umm, no, not really MISSING a cat, why did you find one?"
"Yeah, this cat. Named Dummy? She just wandered into my house, and I thought maybe she was a stray, because she started drinking my milk. But I saw she had a tag..."
"Oh my god. Just kick her out. Do you live on Breeze?"
"We live right down the street. Hi neighbor! That cat is spoiled rotten, she doesn't need to fed again!"

Compare and contrast that (and by the way, Dummy wandered in a little while later, apparently completely unaffected and also starving) with my lovely cat. This morning, pyr8queen got up a little before me. I was still grumpily blinking and thinking about getting up, mostly asleep - when I found my beloved cat, poking my face. Since we built the loft, she's been groundbound and no longer able to curl up on the foot of the bed the way she has her entire life. Our evening routine of me reading and her trying to head butt the book so I paid attention to her had been disrupted entirely. And no longer could she sit on my head to wake me up and feed her. But this morning pyr8queen hefted her up onto the loft and let her crawl around.

In the past when put up there she's sort of panicked and not liked it very much - but this time other than creeping out on her belly to the very edge of the bed and peeking worriedly over the side, she seemed fairly phlegmatic. And I realized how much I missed something as simple as having my cat on hand while I slept.

My cat. Who never commits home invasions or milk-burglaries.


( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 6th, 2008 12:38 am (UTC)
My cat is a dare-devil. She's probably off on some secret CIA mission right now. Or inventing new dimensions of chicken & milk stealing.
Dec. 6th, 2008 12:39 am (UTC)
...or just sauntering into other homes and eating their stuff!
Dec. 6th, 2008 12:40 am (UTC)
If I could wander into other people's homes with impunity and eat their food, I totally would.
Dec. 6th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
No you wouldn't, either.

...and if I ever get a call from a neighbor wondering if you're missing, I'm never feeding you again.
Dec. 6th, 2008 12:42 am (UTC)
Wouldn't that mean you weren't feeding me enough?
Dec. 6th, 2008 04:58 am (UTC)
Every night I have to heft Elizabeth's enormous cat up onto her bunk bed when Elizabeth goes to bed and then go back later to get her back down. That cat must weigh about 30 pounds. (No, I'm not kidding about that. My vet would probably croak if he saw her!) Peeker is just not happy without an evening snuggle with her kid!

So when are you guys building cat stairs for the loft?
Dec. 6th, 2008 06:52 am (UTC)
Probably between December 15 and Christmas, because I'll have 10 glorious days with nothing to do and not huge amounts to worry about!
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