I finished off a bag of delicious baby carrots and had the bag sitting on the coffee table…lazy, I know. Anyway, Duncan comes along and begins his ritual display of affection for inanimate objects. Actually as I am typing this he’s doing it again. He schmears his head on the object repeatedly and profusely for minutes on end. I posted something about this a while ago I with strawberries, but he’s at it again and I had to make reference of it. Because. It’s. Just. So. Weird. He loves doing this produce; bags of veggies or fruit are his new best friends. But not only that but he loves electronics, too. Although, he’s particular about what electronics he demonstrates his love towards. He will help out Adam when he is doing work in the basement or wherever, never afraid of the power tool noises (unless there is a vacuum, then forget about it), and will rub his head on the electric drill. At least, he does it to the drill until the drill falls over on its side. Then he’ll keep going with the he fallen drill. He’ll also do this to the power strip on the floor of the bedroom when I am getting ready. So weird. But I love him. Perhaps because of his weird quirks.
So I had a lovely time with my grammy today. She lives like 10 minutes from work so I stopped by to hang out for a bit and we went out for a bite to eat. I introduced her to Jimmy Johns and we both got my favorite…the Beach Club. Turkey, provolone (I think), lettuce, sprouts (yum!), avocado spread (double yum!), and no mayo. Soooooooo good. My love affair with Jimmy Johns is on-again, off-again and began in college. I know it’s not the best food around but dog-gone-it, I love those subs. And the chips. Mmmmm. Gram loved it too. And we love each other. So it was a lovey day!
Duncan totally winks at me. It might just be a one-sided blink but I like to think it’s his way of saying hello and that he loves me.
Adam’s parents’ cat does not really…um…fit in with our cats. They are a bit brutish with him. However, we had a breakthrough with the cats. They were all amicably near each other within a foot when Adam and I gave them all snacks. Could this be the beginning of a change around here?
I like to hold hands. It’s true. However, I do not enjoy holding hands if the other party involved has gross hands. Usually this isn’t the case with Adam, until one day……..
Adam and I both enjoy playing
the occasional frequent video games. Sometimes his gaming causes him some stress and/or frustration, giving him sweaty palms. This coupled with the extraordinary cold we’ve had in our apartment this winter plus lowered circulation from sitting around staring at a tv screen, results in what I like to call clam hands.
And when he tried to hold my hand after these unfortunate sets of circumstances came into play, I promptly squealed and removed myself from what would have otherwise been a sweet gesture…then quickly sat down and made him pose so I could draw a cattoon of it (oh, whatever, I know he’s not a cat but I’ll call it what I want, thank you very much).
I’m such a good partner.
Happy Valentime’s (on purpose…sounds more fun to say) Day, fools! Either you are enjoying a surprise card that says “I choo-choo-choose you!” and a refrigerated rose from the grocery store or you are reading candy hearts to yourself over a Hot Pocket. Or maybe you just don’t really care. Regardless, we can all recognize that this “holiday” can result in quite the fund diminishing situation.
Therefore, for my dear Adam, I present you this cattoon for all the world to see. All it cost me was a few precious moments of my life that I can never have back. But very little operational cost! (that’s about the only thing I remember from my college economics class…my brother would be pissed at me right now)
So, I hope you, too, have a Happy Valentime’s Day, whether you got any perforated paper cards or not.
Duncan is a pretty smart guy and often demonstrates this in interesting ways.
He uses his head and can open doors…well, figuratively in that I’m sure he’s using his head to think about it somewhat, and literally using his head to push doors open. He hasn’t figured out how to get doorknobs yet – mostly because he kind of sucks at jumping.
He figured out how to break into the automatic feeder and get himself snacks whenever his little cat heart desires (yeah, that had to go due to Disasterbetes2010 – more on that later!).
He knows how to read a clock; well, maybe not but he has an uncanny awareness of time (specifically food time) and knows how to continually notify us of that time. For instance, he will repeatedly and unabashedly try (emphasis on try – I don’t let this one happen…gross…like I’ve said before, I’m not a crazy cat lady so this doesn’t appeal to me in the least. Just like dogs licking faces. Ugh. vomit) to put his paw in my mouth to get me to wake up and feed him.
He has good self-awareness and can clearly point out his favorite things.
He can also beat Adam at chess, checkers, hangman, and connect the dots.
Duncan is adept at informing us of these favorites, as well. His preferred method of informing us of favorites is to sit on (or sometimes directly next to) the object of his infatuation. Usually this is his cat stick (literally a fabric stick with just catnip in it…oh, Duncan haven’t you learned?), some sort of string (so unpredictable and fun!…unlike spiders), or the bird with boots (an enchanting little blue cowboy bird wearing red boots…he loves that thing).
When he sits on these things, I find myself talking to him saying something like, “Oh, you’re on your bird, huh? You love that, don’t you?” and walking past him after a pat on the head. Then I feel guilty for not playing with him (because that’s why he’s sitting on it, right?) so I’ll pick up the toy, twirl it around for about 10 seconds until he paws at it, then walk away when it looks like he’s having fun by himself. I’m an awful pet parent…
Generally is the same old same old upon which he sits, but he has some strange surprises up his
sleeve fur. For example, he’ll sometimes sit on shoes. Really, Duncan? Shoes? They smell, you can’t use them since your paws are so small, and you’re too big to sleep in them. Other times it’s my foot when I get out of the shower. For a cat who isn’t into water, he loves to roll around on my wet foot, which is gross since I just got those things clean. I’ve also seen him lay on papers or books before, which I can only assume is his attempt to finish school and get a real job.
My hope that his favorites stay cute and neutral/positive and don’t start turning into upsetting items like, say, a knife. Or a voodoo doll of yours truly. Or perhaps a pamphlet for some creepy cult that believes in sacrifices or Kool-Aid.
All I can say is that I’m keeping my eyes peeled on that cat. He might just be too smart for his own good.
So here it is…my first post on my cattoon blog. I had to start it with Duncan and Smudge, the guys who started it all. So this may not be the best cattoon of all, but it’s where we shall begin.