So, for this blog I thought I’d try dabbling into something new, and a bit different, no actually totally different to what I have done so far in my brief time in the blogosphere.
You, my one reader, may be wondering about the title of this piece. Well, I’d hope that I don’t have to say what the asterisks are in place of, but that is the phrase I use most to describe our cat, Massigoux; that is her full name, but it’s often shortened to Massi.
Cat looking normal.
Unfortunately I don’t possess a picture of the cat doing anything crazy or untoward. Now, this is the first time I have had the pleasure of owning a cat, but some things, perhaps misconceptions, I thought about cats have been thrown into doubt in the two years we have had her. I was under the impression that cats like fish, even vets seem to think this is the case, but not once has Massi eaten some fish that wasn’t amalgamated in with some other foodstuffs in a pouch/tin. One could leave an empty tuna/salmon tin on the counter and this cat would not go near it. I have actively tried offering her tuna, she turns her nose up at it. In fact, she won’t go near any foodstuffs left out by us, which I find weird. Its like our food isn’t good enough for her or something, the little snob. She is snobby about her cat-food, only wanting brand food and she gets sick when given supermarket own brand food – I honestly believe she does this on purpose.
Besides her eating habits and whatnot, the cat’s behaviour is weird, and also quite clever in some regards. We have some venetian blinds in the living room, covering a large window. Every night these are fully closed, and then partly opened during the day; the cat is known to close individual slats so as to keep her cushion, which is sited on the windowsill, at the desired temperature. In contrast, she has also been known to get stuck behind the blinds and then squeaks like a demon possessed. She tends to sit on the windowsill people-watching for some of the day, then has a long nap….
She meows for just about any reason, and what you have to do is figure out why. It tends to be for food, but she has been known to meow and drag you from room to room to show you that the other person is missing. She will come in to the bedroom at night and headbutt you until she gets attention, or failing this course of action she will bite your toes. All just to get a quick stroke or whatever. She has a scratching post, one that used to have a mouse on a string; she quickly removed the mouse and then ignored the scratching post completely, preferring to use our wicker laundry basket. She has had many toys, but has almost universally ignored them completely, preferring to play with elastic hair bands or horse chestnuts.
More to come at a later date. Perhaps.