My other cat, Shoes, found out, and was really pissed. I promised her I’d write a blog about her too, so here it goes.Shoes named herself. I saw her little white markings on her feet and thought of Socks and Boots but those were too trite. Then she climbed halfway in one of my shoes and mewed at me and I went. Oh Shoes, is it? So she named herself, and had a way of acting like I was pretty stupid not to think of it before she had to show me. She quickly developed a tendency to fall down on the floor and turn over to show me her belly. In this photo, she is saying, “Mommy! Look at my panniculus!” *
When I first brought her home, she wasnt quite old enough to be declawed yet, and thats usually not a big deal. But Shoes was another story. My best friend stayed over one night and whenever wed close our eyes to go to sleep, shewould see our eyes moving under our eyelids, and shed rear up and then pounce on our eyes with both feet. It was so charming and comical, but not worth losing any eyeballs over. We had to buy swim goggles to sleep in, for our own safety. She pounced on them just to teach us a lesson. We didnt get much sleep. But I cant help but laugh. Cats are just so much fun. I like that theyre so independent. You cant boss a cat around.Thus, I respect them.
Other personality traits in Shoes include an unhealthy appetite for tape and other things that have glue on them. I bet shed eat some paste if I bought her some. Glue-eating isn’t all that unusual. Kindergarten kids do it all the time. (though i never developed a taste for it, myself). Shoes also says “mama” to me
I actually made an effort to teach her to do this, so the first time she “said” it, I was a proud parent. Although it sounds more like “Meh-Meh than “mama”, but I’m sure it’s some evolutionary constraint that she can’t help.
She will aggravate me when she needs something and is relentless until I give in and follow her to wherever the issue is. Its usually either the litterbox, the food bowl or the water. (ah, the simple life.) If its not one of those, it’s that she wants me to pay attention (“Look what I can do!”) Sometimes it’s that she wants me to sing to her. I did a lot of music when she was a kitten, and she is definitely a music lover. Id catch her perched next to my studio mic, chirping into it, MehMeh! Pretty smart. One time she actually came and told me when Biscuit got her neck caught in the handle of a plastic sack (no doubt, due to her sack-licking obsession…a testimony to the dangers of addiction). Shoes came and screamed at me and led me upstairs, sitting down and waiting, until i understood, when Biscuit came flying through the living room, with a sack billowing out behind her like a parachute. (Now i cut the handles to all sacks).
But if on occasion, calling to me doesnt work, Shoes will start knocking things in the floor. Usually its not breakables. She seems fond of paper. Shell paddle at a piece of paper until she swipes it to the floor. And then when i reprimand her, she does what no other cat I’ve ever had does: she runs TOWARD me. Now, most cats, when you yell at them, run AWAY. Not Shoes. She trots over to me and asks me why I’m mad. She’s also not afraid of other people, nor thunderstorms. Sniff sniff. Mommy’s so proud.
I just told her i wrote a blog about her too, and she said, “It’s about time.” and knocked my stapler in the floor.
*Panniculus– a layer of tissue, esp. a subcutaneous layer of fat.