My Cat is Psycho - A Humorous Look
Our "Little Man"
I will never forget the day we adopted our cat. We were just mindlessly going about our day trying to get some things done. Somehow we ended up at a local Pet Store. This didn't seem unusual because having a child in your family, Pet Stores are a given visit, just to see the puppies, fish, or other little critters a child finds fascinating to look at.
This particular day, they had a couple kittens. Now mind you, we looked, but didn't have our little one with us. Nope, just us adults.....gawking at two little fur balls mewing at us. Needless to say, my partner, fell in love with one of them. So we filled out the paperwork and went home to wait for a call from the lady handling the adoptions. One hour later the phone rang. My man, hung up, and blatantly stated with a joyous roar "We have to go pick up my son."
We brought our little furry bundle of joy home, unbeknown to us that our "little man" has the most colorful personality. The very first night, he had anywhere to sleep...he chose my head. I think the purring kept me up all night. I even called my partner at work, and before I could say hello, I was greeted with a gleeful, "Don't you be blaming my boy!" I couldn't help but laugh. It was quite a picture to see. Tired, sleepy woman with a cat on her head.
The most amazing thing? Our baby boy knocks on doors, and it sounds like a human doing it. I have lost count how many times we heard a rapping at the door, and opened it....there he is eager to enter. Amazingly, he knocks when he wants out as well. Not a pleasant sound when you are in a dead sleep and get the rapping at the door. He has not one lick of patience though. If you don't get up quick enough, there is this door stop on the door and he has figured out "If I slap it really hard and numerous times...that loud obnoxious bong noise will get them up!" Oh that noise! Yes it works every time.
He leads a happy spoiled kitty life. His daily routine is following me around all day, mewing, and trying to help with whatever I do. That is if he isn't "psycho playing" as we call it. He really gets into it and pictures are not safe in his path of play. Neither are you. I have been ran into quite frequently, tripped a few times. After gaining some composure....he's off again. So much energy.
His absolute favorite activity is "Head butting the Momma" as my partner calls it. Sure it comes with a massive roar of purrs, however it is a abrupt awakening to be laying there peacefully sleeping and then....WHAM! and not just one wham, multiple whams. Then he digs in like a puppy burying his bone. "Momma" is attached to this dig as well. I must be touched....not the end of the bed, not my partner....no it has to be me. This usually takes about fifteen minutes with a lot of fanfare to it. Still his little purr motor is roaring like a steam engine until he drifts off to sleep.
He loves to play in my plants as well. None are safe from his curiosity. I have a spider plant that I inherited from a dear uncle's funeral......his favorite. He goes bonkers every time he sees it. When I say bonkers...I mean bonkers. I never knew a cat could flip in the air the way he does. You can't help but be amused at his endless talents. I have lately started shutting the door to the room it is in. I also get to hear our sweet little boy's displeasure about that door being closed. It is the saddest mew, like a pout. You would think he is dying not being able to get to that plant. Now he sits by the door keeping guard. The moment that door opens....the plant is toast. He knows I am on to him....still the vigil remains.
I have a medical condition, which makes me very ill a lot of times. He is my little shadow. My best buddy. One day I found myself in the bathroom, extremely sick. I shut the door, but soon the rapping came, so I let him in. He hopped on the sick and proceeded to sit there and watch me. When my partner came home he found us both in the bathroom. I told him it was ok, I had my watch dog with me. When my partner left and shut the door, I looked at the cat and asked "So if I pass out...are you going to go get him?" I was rewarded with a mew and a head butt.
He isn't quite 2 years old yet....there are going to be many more funny stories he achieves. We are very glad we adopted him. Though he is completely fixated on me, there is a strong bond of friendship. He loves me, he loves my partner, he loves his family. We love him too.