Understanding Cat Personalities
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 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 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 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
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.
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.