CATS AND GLIDERS
I will never have kids. This is because I own three sugar gliders and a cat.Two gliders I rescued, one I bought. They are spoiled brats, and still don't like me. Understandable; not many people like me anyway. People dontlike to hear what I have to say. I think the gliders have just been too longon their own and have corrupted my sweet little glider girl. When I brought the baby glider home, she made a game of trying to bite me. And I thought it was cute because she couldn't even pinch my tender skin on my hands. Now she tries to draw blood, and has almost succeeded on many occasions. I can only let them play when I have the cat in the carrier, but the cat is Siamese those of you that don't know, Siamese are VERY vocal.and the gliders delight in playing "lets run away and harass the cat" when they are out of their five foot cage. So the cat howls more.
The cat, although Siamese, I must admit is really a Siamese pointed munchkincat.One of his many endearing traits that accompany howling is his ability to hide my name badge for work. Yes, he secrets my stuff away in his little kitty hidey hole. I still to this day have not found out where in my room he hides all my shine or important stuff. BUT, yes another but! When he thinks I stop looking for something, it will magically appear in the middle of the floor- staring up at me, and mocking me. He's my little magpie. A magpie that you toss on his back and scratch his tummy, a magpie that sounds very human when he huffs out a distressed yawn while trying to sleep. A mag pie that flops on my curved arm as if it were a pillow and fluffs it, moving me and him until he is comfortable on his back with paws in the air. When he is really crashed, he sticks his tongue out a little as if he is a child deep in thought. My sister crept in and took pictures of both of us on our backs,crashed, him with paws in air and tongue out, me with do rag and mouth agape....Probably snoring too. A chick that admits to snoring...hmm..Interesting huh?
This is also the same cat that will bite my toes at 3:00. Even through socks and a nice comforter. I hear you asking "why are your animals so violent?"maybe because I am so passive to them. I dunno. Its not like I hit them or anything. With the exception of yelling no, I rarely have to raise my voice, and simple commands the cat will *sometimes* follow of his own accord. "fetch" and sic/get it seem to be his favorite. A cat that fetches.Had he liked baths, I would have sworn he wasn't a cat, but something else trapped in a cat. He usually tires of fetching after a dozen times, and quits bringing whatever we play with back to me. He doesn't do well around other people, but then again, I rarely have people over. I am antisocial,and strive to one day become the goofy old ladies that talk to their 48 cats in a one bedroom house. Really. And stuff.
My cat becomes distracted by the TV, simply because I am hard of hearing (yes at my young age, and not from concerts!) and turn it up along with adding the closed captioning. The gliders, however, love to watch cowboy bebop. And as soon as adult swim is over ( if I am home to watch it) they quit hanging on the side of the cage closest to the TV and burrow back in their pouches while I watch late night CNN, or some movie. I wouldn't be surprised if one day my eyeliner has been used to scrawl " turn down volume"or "more spike" on my walls. Or that both my gliders and my cat have used them for spears. I would hate to explain that to the vet. " well they were just playing while I was at the store, and I came home to find my cat stabbed with eyeliner pencils, and attached to the glider cage was 'I have your g/f...Bring me your monkey biscuits or she dies' so I can only assume things got out of hand." if I could only draw....
I dread the time that I have to fix my little cat. He is about 6 months, andi don't want him to spray. Hopefully this will calm him down a little too.Let me explain why. I have two dressers,one on top of the other, and they make an L shape.The TV sits in the hole where the L is. A short hop from that is one of my windows, under the far part of the window are two plastic stearlite storage drawers that are nearly the height of the base of the window (about three Ft) and my mini fridge after those, then my bed, the other window at the side of the foot of my bed, and the glider cage in the corner a few feet from the window and the foot of my bed. This covers the u shape my cat likes to use as a drag strip. Yes, he thinks he's a nascar driver, sans the car. Right as I nod off to sleep..vroooom! thumpaty thump bonk thud. Then vroom ! Back. If I can stand it, he will tire in 30 -45mins.i have been tempted to raise my hand to see him smack into it like a cartoon, but haven't yet, as I think I would no longer have a hand at the speed he is going. He needs a cat sized hamster wheel. The leash and collar harness thing is too big for him still, and I think he has reached his full size. And he does not like dogs at all. And yes, there is a HUGE lab two doors up. He freaks out, despite the breeder telling me he does well with dogs. Oh well, she saw me coming. Who needs kids, I have my hands full.
maybe ill buy him a cat helmet. I don't have vet insurance in case hecrashes.
The cat, although Siamese, I must admit is really a Siamese pointed munchkincat.One of his many endearing traits that accompany howling is his ability to hide my name badge for work. Yes, he secrets my stuff away in his little kitty hidey hole. I still to this day have not found out where in my room he hides all my shine or important stuff. BUT, yes another but! When he thinks I stop looking for something, it will magically appear in the middle of the floor- staring up at me, and mocking me. He's my little magpie. A magpie that you toss on his back and scratch his tummy, a magpie that sounds very human when he huffs out a distressed yawn while trying to sleep. A mag pie that flops on my curved arm as if it were a pillow and fluffs it, moving me and him until he is comfortable on his back with paws in the air. When he is really crashed, he sticks his tongue out a little as if he is a child deep in thought. My sister crept in and took pictures of both of us on our backs,crashed, him with paws in air and tongue out, me with do rag and mouth agape....Probably snoring too. A chick that admits to snoring...hmm..Interesting huh?
This is also the same cat that will bite my toes at 3:00. Even through socks and a nice comforter. I hear you asking "why are your animals so violent?"maybe because I am so passive to them. I dunno. Its not like I hit them or anything. With the exception of yelling no, I rarely have to raise my voice, and simple commands the cat will *sometimes* follow of his own accord. "fetch" and sic/get it seem to be his favorite. A cat that fetches.Had he liked baths, I would have sworn he wasn't a cat, but something else trapped in a cat. He usually tires of fetching after a dozen times, and quits bringing whatever we play with back to me. He doesn't do well around other people, but then again, I rarely have people over. I am antisocial,and strive to one day become the goofy old ladies that talk to their 48 cats in a one bedroom house. Really. And stuff.
My cat becomes distracted by the TV, simply because I am hard of hearing (yes at my young age, and not from concerts!) and turn it up along with adding the closed captioning. The gliders, however, love to watch cowboy bebop. And as soon as adult swim is over ( if I am home to watch it) they quit hanging on the side of the cage closest to the TV and burrow back in their pouches while I watch late night CNN, or some movie. I wouldn't be surprised if one day my eyeliner has been used to scrawl " turn down volume"or "more spike" on my walls. Or that both my gliders and my cat have used them for spears. I would hate to explain that to the vet. " well they were just playing while I was at the store, and I came home to find my cat stabbed with eyeliner pencils, and attached to the glider cage was 'I have your g/f...Bring me your monkey biscuits or she dies' so I can only assume things got out of hand." if I could only draw....
I dread the time that I have to fix my little cat. He is about 6 months, andi don't want him to spray. Hopefully this will calm him down a little too.Let me explain why. I have two dressers,one on top of the other, and they make an L shape.The TV sits in the hole where the L is. A short hop from that is one of my windows, under the far part of the window are two plastic stearlite storage drawers that are nearly the height of the base of the window (about three Ft) and my mini fridge after those, then my bed, the other window at the side of the foot of my bed, and the glider cage in the corner a few feet from the window and the foot of my bed. This covers the u shape my cat likes to use as a drag strip. Yes, he thinks he's a nascar driver, sans the car. Right as I nod off to sleep..vroooom! thumpaty thump bonk thud. Then vroom ! Back. If I can stand it, he will tire in 30 -45mins.i have been tempted to raise my hand to see him smack into it like a cartoon, but haven't yet, as I think I would no longer have a hand at the speed he is going. He needs a cat sized hamster wheel. The leash and collar harness thing is too big for him still, and I think he has reached his full size. And he does not like dogs at all. And yes, there is a HUGE lab two doors up. He freaks out, despite the breeder telling me he does well with dogs. Oh well, she saw me coming. Who needs kids, I have my hands full.
maybe ill buy him a cat helmet. I don't have vet insurance in case hecrashes.
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