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Discussion in 'Pets & Critters' started by Ken Anderson, May 28, 2020.
Ken, is Bubba still sleeping in his carrier?
Frequently. I keep it on a cedar chest next to our bed, and he in there a lot.
Last night, I heard the sounds of a catfight. Not the kind of fight typical of cats living in the same house but the significantly noisier kind of fights that two cats who don't know one another may engage in, with the loud wailing, the hissing, and the spitting. It sounded like it was coming from my office but I knew that Bubba was upstairs, so I couldn't imagine what was going on with Ella. As it turned out, two cats were fighting in our driveway and Ella was participating, as she could, from her side of the window. I couldn't hear the cats outside. All the noise I was hearing was coming from Ella.
Then, this afternoon, I hear someone banging on my window. My neighbor does that sometimes when he can see that I'm in my office, rather than ringing a doorbell like a normal person. But no, it wasn't him. There was a stray cat outside and Ella was banging on the window, still trying to control who does what outside.
She so often looks shocked that I would be taking her picture.
Besides the fact that she was gone for four days the last time I let her out, this is the main reason I don't let the cats out.
You don't know how much I envy you. My cat -Amadeus- passed few years ago -22 with me) and soon after the co-op board decided "No pets allowed".
I would love to get another Russian Blue like Amadeus...docile, adorable, funny, mischievous .........
You guys may think Lew and I were nuts but we liked to name our cats after famous people; we had Amadeus (Mozart), Lance (Armstrong), Blair (Underwood), Jean Paul (Belmondo)....
Names of cats that I have had since I have been an adult:
For the first ten years of their lives, Cutie was "Kitty Who Like Me" while Lydia was "Kitty who Hates Me". When I got married, Michelle made me give them real names.
@Ken Anderson ’s coffee cup......
As mentioned earlier, Ella has discovered commerce. Over the past week, she has brought me a bottle cap at least once a day in exchange for treats. She makes this known by dropping the bottle cap in front of me, then immediately walking over to the drawer where I keep the treats. A couple of times, I heard the bottle cap fall but didn't register what it was, so she tapped me on the leg to remind me that I owed her some treats. Unless cats have an innate capacity for commerce, she must have learned this from Cutie, who would bring me cat toys or pretty much anything she could pick up, expecting me to follow her to whatever it was that she wanted - to refill her bowl, let her outside, give her a treat, and so on. Some mornings, I would wake up to find a line of toys from my bed.
Bubba gets by on Ella's coattails. Whenever she is getting treats, he knows that he will get treats, but he hasn't figured out how to ask for them himself.