Understanding Cat Personalities

Patches
Patches

Patches

I will share the personalities of my cats, and hopefully you will be better able to understand some of the things your cats do and why they do it. I am going to start off with Patches, because he was my oldest cat and a very special cat, but we lost him about a week ago.

When I rescued Patches, we was so dehydrated I could not get a needle in him to give him the fluids the vet sent me for him. He was so starved he was nothing more than a walking bag of bones. From the very second he saw me, something connected between us. I scooped him up and took him home, and he talked all the way, and proved himself willing to talk to anyone or thing if it gave even the slightest indication it was listening, and even when it wasn't. I could carry on a long conversation with him and he loved every moment of it. I called Patches my Ambassador Of Peace, because the other animals trusted him and when bringing in new pets, he was always first to greet them and make friends, putting them at their ease. I witnessed two separate stray dogs bathing his face. Patches had a hole in the roof of his mouth, and all the other animals seemed to realize he was special and treated him accordingly. Patches was a snuggler, and never held a grudge if you had to get after him for something or accidently stepped on his tail. If you wanted to snuggle and hug, he was up for it for as long as you wanted to. Patches will be greatly missed.

Cricket
Cricket

Cricket

Cricket is a funny little girl. She bosses the boy cats and refuses to eat with them or play with them, yet I have caught her playing with Wooley-Baby, and one time I watched her play 007, sneaking along the porch handicap ramp, every couple of steps she would stop and peak up over the edge, so that her eyes on up were visible, then she would duck back down and continue sneaking towards the end, only to peak up again. This continued til she got to the end of the ramp, then she snuck around the end and I soon discovered who her target was. It was Stucky, our big boss cat, and he had his back turned to her and never saw it coming. She streaked towards him, swatted his tail end then streaked back towards the ramp. Poor Stucky jumped a mile and spun around to see what got him, but by then Miss Cricket had disappeared. When she was younger, Cricket had no time for snuggling. Now however, it is a different story. She loves to snuggle and be held like a baby and kissed and cooed to.

Balou sunning on the truck, you can tell how big he is because he takes up so much space on the hood.
Balou sunning on the truck, you can tell how big he is because he takes up so much space on the hood.

Balou

Balou came to me last summer, and like Patches before him, he was so weak from starvation and dehydration that he could not walk without staggering and had to lay down to rest very often. While he was recovering, he learned the delights of being cradled on his back in my arms and having his chest rubbed. He loved it so much he would drool and purr so loud I am sure they heard it in the next county over. He still jumps into my lap for this special time, and will position himself into the cradle if I am not quick enough to do it myself. I knew from the outset that Balou was going to be a big kitty when he reached his ideal weight, and I was correct. He is between 14 and 16 pounds, and has such a big thick tail that the tail alone makes BooBerry and Khalia look like baby kittens. I know that Balou, like a few other kitties, would much rather have me all to himself, but he tolerates everyone for my sake...Everyone but Stucky, that is. Those two clash all the time, even though both are fixed. Thankfully they mostly posture and only rarely come to blows.

Convict
Convict

Convict AKA Connie-Boy

When my dog, Delta, was around a year old, she found Connie and his siblings eating a dead ground squirrel with their feral mother. I managed to catch Connie and his siblings but not the mother cat. When Connie was a year old, I thought to find homes for some of the cats that did not seem to attached to me. I chose Connie to go among a few others. Connie sat in the center of the cage the whole time, shivering violently. I realized I could not do that to him and I kept him. Since that day, he has become my shadow. Connie was a boy through and through, meaning he adored a good wrestling match. People who did not know him thought he was a mean cat, always bullying the others, but this was not true. Connie never meant to be a bully or mean and never meant to hurt the others. He simply loved to wrestle and did not know he was so strong. He would even wrestle tom cats, and he really enjoyed that because the toms were as strong as he was. Not one cat ever beat him in a "fight"...except his sister, one eyed Gizmo. He never could beat her, and if she thought he was "bullying" the younger or smaller cats she would approach him and give him a certain stare, basically asking him if he was really gonna make her whoop him in front of everyone. He would give her this sheepish look and finally go lay down somewhere.Connie is deeply bonded to me, and does not like it when I am gone to long. Every night his sleeping place is as you see in the picture above, sometimes resting his head on my chin or draping an arm across my neck. I have had him 9 yrs now and I do not look forward to the day I lose him.

Wolfie and Nala
Wolfie and Nala

Wolfie And Nala

When I returned from California and discovered many of my cats had been stolen, mom suggested I get a kitten. A neighbor had some so I went to see them. That is where I discovered Nala. We brought her home and she was an immediate hit. In the beginning I had my doubts, but right away I saw she had so much personality and sweetness to her that I was glad I picked her. A couple of weeks later I got Wolfie Boy. I had taken my cats to the vet clinic for their vaccinations (and for anyone that needed fixed), and my cousin brought this kiten in. She had found him along the road near a school. He was maybe a week or two older than Nala. But what made me fall in love with him was what he was doing. As the vet techs attempted to weigh him and get his temp, he kept batting their hands away. On the outside it looked like he was playing. But I knew he was frightened, and was trying to be careful not to hurt anyone while trying to protect himself. Once I got him home I learned he had a great fear of faces. I worked with him to overcome that fear, and now he no longer tried to bite when he gets to close to the face. It is my belief that someone who had a toddler had tossed him out because they let the toddler chew on him and when he tried to protect himself they punished him by tossing him away. To this day he does not like to be held, and I can see him sometimes struggling because he craves affection but is afraid of being held down. So I have taught him that I will accept his limitations, and never hold him beyond a brief hug, and then he can have all the affection he wants. Sometimes I must hold him down like when I am doing his claws, but for the most part he is good about it. Nala is a true Princess in every way. She is graceful and gentle mannered...Unless she is wrestling with Wolfie. When they first met, and they would wrestle she would squall at the slightest pin down or nibble, but over time she got tougher and gives as good as she gets now. From the get go, Wolfie and Nala loved each other and became nearly inseparable. They could be seen very often grooming and snuggling each other. Nala seems to understand that I get the proper amount of sleep (it is important because if I don't I could have a seizure) and when I stay up to late she comes and gently buts her head against my lips. This is not for affection, though she does the same when she wants affection. When she wants me to go to bed, she starts by the head butting, and she refuses to take no for an answer, though sometimes she will accept "in a minute". She is persistent and no matter how many times I set her aside she immediately gets back in my face. If I say, "OK, I am coming to bed", she will stop. If I say" wait a minute", she will stop, but if I stay to long she comes back and starts again. If I try to work around her or ignore her...well, that simply isn't possible.

BooBerry, with one pupil smaller than normal
BooBerry, with one pupil smaller than normal

BooBerry

I do not yet have apicture of BooBerry, I will add it as soon as I get one. BooBerry is a pretty little blue kitty, I think she has Russian Blue in her somewhere. I found her at the local dump, and thought somehow my own blue cat Pixie had ridden to the dump in the back of the truck, and I was flabbergasted. but the moment I called Pixie's name, she stopped and answered me. I went and picked her up and realized it wasn't my cat as my cat has a cataract in his right eye. But how could I just leave her there? Cold weather had already set in, and she was so young, around 5 months. Besides, she had grabbed my face and was licking my lips and chin. I was lost. BooBerry is quite a little girl. She has attitude coming out every pore. She doesn't seem to understand or hear the word NO!. Selective hearing I think. I want her to stay off my computer desk , which is something I finally taught my other cats to do. I pick her up and put her on the bed and she spins around and heads back to where she was. I can shake my finger at her, tap her on the head with my finger, shake my finger at her and wave my hand in front of her, all to no avail. All she does is push her head into my waving hand, or grab my finger in her paws and lick them. How does one get mad in the face of such sweetness? Needless to say she has the run of my computer desk. She is a definite licker. She loves to bathe me, like Connie does, but she also loves to kiss me. She will lick my lips exactly three licks each kiss. I love her as much for her sweetness as i do for her attitude.


I will have to continue this in a second part or it will simply be too long. I hope you enjoyed reading about my cats personalities.

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Lucky Cats 4 years ago from The beautiful Napa Valley, California

Hi Tammy...what a wonderfully loved furry family you have. Each has such a perfectly unique personality...I love hearing how they came to you. I am so sorry about your loss of Patches..I know how hard this is...very difficult times. You are a great Mama to these beautiful kitties; they're so lucky to have you. We are sisters in our love and appreication for animals...I am so glad you're in this world. Beautiful stories...beautiful pictures. All Ups across!! Your friend, Kathy


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

hi Kathy...they do indeed have perfectly wonderful, unique personalities. I forgot to mention how Convict gets into my lap and smooshes his lips onto mine in a kiss, how he stands on his hind legs with his front paws resting on my knee at supper time, how he calls me to come play mousie with him, and how when snuggled on my lap he flips his head upside down acting all cutesy, or like an infant, plays with my earrings, or buttons on my shirt or tries to snag my glasses off my face. it is true, we are sisters in our love for animals. and i am grateful to have you in my life. thank you for the votes and the wonderful and comforting comment. take care of yourself.


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DearBandit 4 years ago

I just finished reading your story about your cat’s personalities, and I liked it very much. It showed me that you really love your kitties. That is what I love about animals; they are all different and all unique. I would have to say that I am a cat person, but I love dogs as wells, and growing up I had dogs in my life, and then my sister brought back 2 cats with her when she moved back home. I was around 12 years old, and I fell in love with my first cat, and his name was Bandit. He just passed away this year in February 2012, and he was 19 years old. When he died, I missed him and cried like a crazy person. Now after reading your story, I understand why I miss him and cry so much, it is because I am missing his personality, and his characteristics. I am sorry to hear that your cats were stolen; I hope that nothing bad happened to them. And rest in peace Patches.

Voted up!


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

DearBandit, i know from what you just said that you can understand the feeling i get at the thought of parting with any of my babies. it is an actual physical sick feeling in my chest. i completely understand your grief at the loss of your kitty. i have wondered so many times why cats effect me the way they do, and i think you are right...it is because of their personalities, and because of the way they love me. i used to be a dog person but from the moment i got my little black kitten, Mufasa, I began the slide over to being a cat person. now, i think i am addicted to cats. i cant imagine not having a cat in my life, yet i can easily live without a dog. the only way i can overcome the grief of losing my cats is to block any thoughts of them, until i can think about them without crying. i have asked GOD to please either let them have been taken in by good people, or let them be dead. at least if they are dead i know they are not suffering. i cant bear the thought of them out there suffering. that is to much to deal with. you had your kitty for a very long time.now there is an emptiness inside where he was. Bandit blessed your life as much as you blessed his. if you dont already have one, get a kitten. i have found kittens are wonderfully incredible healers of grief. my heart goes out to you my friend. i am hear if you need to talk.


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DearBandit 4 years ago

Thank you Tlmcgaa70 you are a very nice and understanding person. I just got a new little guy, and his name is Bug. He is the little black and white cat that is in my profile. And Bug has been a really big help with helping me and the loss of Bandit. I found that writing has helped alot. That is why my hub pages name is DearBandit, at first it was to just write about the pain of losing Bandit, and then I started to write about Snoogins, and now I write about Bug.

All the cats that come into your life, are very lucky cats to have someone like you!


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

DearBandit, please forgive me, i have the worlds shortest memory. i remember reading about darling Bugs and handsome Snoogins, but forgot it was you who wrote it. i am so glad you have them in your life. and i completely understand your deep attachment, especially to Bugs. the articles i enjoy writing about most have to do with my cats. they are certainly worth writing about. plus i hope to win a few die hard dog lovers into at least giving cats a chance. i definitely look forward to reading more about your kids. i am very glad we connected. if you have facebook, i would love to friend you there and we can share cat stories and pictures. if you do, message me and i will give you my email address so we can connect there.


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Ihas Diggs 4 years ago from India

Nice article about the cat personalities, I really enjoyed and it remembers me the one picture of cat where she don't like to be ignored... http://www.funvblog.com/2012/05/29/funny-cat-dont-...


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DearBandit 4 years ago

Good Moring how are you doing?

I am sorry I do not have Facebook, I know I am behind in this world.

Anyways I saw some of the headlines of your stories and I really look forward to reading them. I am also glad that I have now met someone that I have a lot in common with.


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

ihasdiggs...that picture you shared is worth a thousand words, it says volumes about not ignoring our pets, and when you do, there will be consequences, ones that it would not be fair to punish the pet for because it is the owners fault in the first place. thank you for sharing it and for reading and commenting on this hub, have a great day.

Dear Bandit... it is ok, we can still share stories and pictures right here in our hubs. i hope you have a blessed day.


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mattdigiulio 4 years ago

Hi, I'm sorry to hear about the loss of Patches. It sounds like you gave him a better life, and he sounded like a really good little guy.

I like how you show a dichotomy of their personalities. Connie seems like my kind of dude.


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

hello Matt, yes Patches was a terrific boy. and Connie is definitely a mans man or cat so to speak, he has all the tributes that would endear him to guys, yet he is so incredibly loving and gentle, girls adore him to. he is like a human toddler, when he is in my lap he is always reaching for buttons to play with or trying to snag my glasses off my face. very smart little fellow. thank you for coming by and commenting. have a great day.


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Ingenira 4 years ago

awwww... the cats are so adorable. Good to know them here. :)


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

hello Ingenira, thank you, and thank you for taking the time to read and comment on my hub, and for the follow. have a wonderful night.


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Nell Rose 4 years ago from England

Hi, what a lovely hub! I love cats and I love people who love cats! lol! what a gorgeous family you have, and yes how can you resist such sweetness from them? loved it! cheers nell


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

hey nell, thank you, they are wonderful companions and members of my family, indeed. i love them deeply. i am glad you enjoyed it and them. thank you for stopping by and reading and for your comment...have a great evening.


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Nat Amaral 4 years ago from BC Canada

Hey, it's good I came across this hub. You're clearly a hero for these beautiful felines. It's pretty sad about Patches--he looked like a beautiful cat. You would clearly make a good vet.


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tlmcgaa70 4 years ago from south dakota, usa Author

hello Nat, how have you been? yes and we still miss him, he was a one of a kind for sure. i wanted to be a vet, but my memory prevented it. i took botony/zoology in high school but failed both because i could not remember all the names of things. but still i try to take care of my furbabies as best as i can. my vet is a huge help in that. thank you for stopping by and for commenting and have a great day.

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