Mittens is a dog in cat's clothing. No, really. He is!
Like a puppy, he is overjoyed to see Rob and me first thing in the morning. Maggie couldn't care less and might turn her head to regard us with disdain (or to see if we'll either let her outside or are carrying kitty treats), but Mittens puts himself underfoot, walking in front of us and glancing back to make sure we're still coming his way. It's a pleasure to see him take such joy in our mere presence.
He loves to carry small toys around in his mouth, from little foam balls to stuffed animals to his latest fetish, plastic wire bread ties. He'll walk around with one of these hanging out of his mouth, then drop it to the floor, dash off and then crouch low, tail twitching before pouncing upon it. He'll then stand up in a dignified manner and walk over it -- but oh ho! accidentally on purpose! -- one of his hind paws will step on it and he gets to spin around and pounce again! It attacked first! He is justified! He is victorious!
Rob lies on the couch. Maggie approaches him and will take several minutes to decide first if she can get up there and second, where she will fit. After she makes her decision, she will daintily hurl all 20 pounds of herself onto the couch and then spend another five minutes massaging and kneading a spot so that it's juuuuuuust right. Mittens sees Rob on the couch. He jumps up on it someplace and *floop* falls over into a graceful reclined position, usually outside of Maggie's reach but close enough to piss her off. Mittens will lie by Rob for a few minutes, working up a frothy purr, then spies me across the room and comes over to ooze into my lap and *floop* down.
Mittens and Rob share a computer chair. Rob will get up to get a drink or turn on a light and *whoosh!* a flash of black and white speeds across the room to zip into the chair and immediately curl into a snug little roll. It doesn't matter how long Rob has been sitting or where Mittens is, the moment Rob stands, Mittens is on that chair. And when Rob returns, Mittens will either ignore him ("If I don't see him, he's not here!") or roll over onto his back and wave his paws in the air, inviting a belly rub (and hoping that his cuteness will distract Rob from the chair).
Every morning Mittens waits for me outside my bedroom door to follow me into the bathroom and sit on the counter while I wash my face and brush my teeth. When I am ready to go downstairs, he waits at the top for me, then runs down before me. If I stop halfway, he'll turn around and run back up to get me. Seeing him waiting for me, I'll greet him with, "Hullo, FamiliarCat." If we had a cat leash, I'm sure he'd carry it in his mouth and beg to be taken for walks. Maybe I should invest in one!
I've often commented that Mittens is not a very smart cat. Well, maybe he isn't. But he makes a pretty good dog.
Like a puppy, he is overjoyed to see Rob and me first thing in the morning. Maggie couldn't care less and might turn her head to regard us with disdain (or to see if we'll either let her outside or are carrying kitty treats), but Mittens puts himself underfoot, walking in front of us and glancing back to make sure we're still coming his way. It's a pleasure to see him take such joy in our mere presence.
He loves to carry small toys around in his mouth, from little foam balls to stuffed animals to his latest fetish, plastic wire bread ties. He'll walk around with one of these hanging out of his mouth, then drop it to the floor, dash off and then crouch low, tail twitching before pouncing upon it. He'll then stand up in a dignified manner and walk over it -- but oh ho! accidentally on purpose! -- one of his hind paws will step on it and he gets to spin around and pounce again! It attacked first! He is justified! He is victorious!
Rob lies on the couch. Maggie approaches him and will take several minutes to decide first if she can get up there and second, where she will fit. After she makes her decision, she will daintily hurl all 20 pounds of herself onto the couch and then spend another five minutes massaging and kneading a spot so that it's juuuuuuust right. Mittens sees Rob on the couch. He jumps up on it someplace and *floop* falls over into a graceful reclined position, usually outside of Maggie's reach but close enough to piss her off. Mittens will lie by Rob for a few minutes, working up a frothy purr, then spies me across the room and comes over to ooze into my lap and *floop* down.
Mittens and Rob share a computer chair. Rob will get up to get a drink or turn on a light and *whoosh!* a flash of black and white speeds across the room to zip into the chair and immediately curl into a snug little roll. It doesn't matter how long Rob has been sitting or where Mittens is, the moment Rob stands, Mittens is on that chair. And when Rob returns, Mittens will either ignore him ("If I don't see him, he's not here!") or roll over onto his back and wave his paws in the air, inviting a belly rub (and hoping that his cuteness will distract Rob from the chair).
Every morning Mittens waits for me outside my bedroom door to follow me into the bathroom and sit on the counter while I wash my face and brush my teeth. When I am ready to go downstairs, he waits at the top for me, then runs down before me. If I stop halfway, he'll turn around and run back up to get me. Seeing him waiting for me, I'll greet him with, "Hullo, FamiliarCat." If we had a cat leash, I'm sure he'd carry it in his mouth and beg to be taken for walks. Maybe I should invest in one!
I've often commented that Mittens is not a very smart cat. Well, maybe he isn't. But he makes a pretty good dog.
posted by Owl Chick at 1/09/2002 09:18:00 AM
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