Purr-sonality

August 10th, 2007 by ML

Do you have a family pet?  If not – you can leave now.
 
If you answered yes – does your pet think he or she is human? The family comedian?   It’s interesting to really watch the personality of your animal emerge - be it a cat, dog or whatever.  I know not one of my animals has been like any other I’ve had.  Like humans, each has had its own distinct personality.
 
I’ve had cats, dogs, turtles, fish, gerbils, a hamster and snails.   Since I moved to Delmarva, most of my creatures have been cats – and 2 dogs.  Puddkitty is the current critter and while she isn’t as animated as some that I’ve had, she does keep herself and me entertained.  She also makes sure that any creepy crawly critter that manages to get into the house doesn’t stay for long.  Now if only she would decide that cricket legs taste like chicken!  She leaves those behind – I guess it’s just her gift to me, but it’s better than leaving ‘other’ things!  Pudd likes height – the top of anything is a great perch – doors, furniture, the mantle.  Even with only hind claws, she’s still a great climber.
 
Most of the cats I’ve had through the years have been social – they like the company of the humans in the house rather than going off on their own to sleep in a sunbeam.   Sam was a fighter – he protected the property from any other cat in the neighborhood.  He was my only outside cat, but met his match when he went after a large four-legged – car. 
 
Samantha was my mouse cat.  She could find any mouse that had the unfortunate luck to come into the house.  Of course she didn’t hunt it – she played with it to death.  And then just left it for Mommy to dispose of.  She liked everyone and had the knack of finding the one person in a group who didn’t really like cats and did her best to change their mind.
 
Pywich was the anti-social one of the bunch, but also came to me after her Mommy left her with me.  Actually Py was the queen of the house – and oversaw all in her realm.
 
Mickey was the lover of the bunch.  He knew he was cute and worked it to the max and then just sat on you and purred, but sometimes I think he thought he was a dog.  He is the only cat that actually came when you called him and he would play fetch with his toys!
 
Mo was abandoned at the Worcester County Humane Society and she and Puddkitty came to me at the same time.  Mo was 5 and very unhappy to be in such a noisy place and Pudd was 6 months and the baby in the cat room.  Mo was like Pywich – older and aloof, but she was more sociable.  Pudd you’ve already met. 
 
Cats aren’t everyone’s cup of tea, but as long as you provide food and water, the occasional visit to the vet and some attention – they’re really the ideal pet for someone who wants a 4-footed companion, but doesn’t necessarily have a lot of time to devote to training.  Cats learn the litter pan in about 20 minutes.  You really don’t have to provide a bed – they’ll find their own – several actually.  I’ve read that cats need about an hour of your time a day, for petting and being paid attention.  Just sitting on you will do, too. 

4 Responses to “Purr-sonality”

  1. Pete Says:

    A couple of years ago a friend was going away for a few days. He asked me if I would feed his cats. I said “Sure, to what?”.

    I never met a cat that a good grain sack, brick and a body of water would not improve.

  2. Nancy Cleveland Says:

    Handsome cats, ML! I’m more of a dog person, myself, but live with four cats (besides six dogs) and six birds. All but one of the cats, Lizzie, were brought to us as “found” feral kittens, none more than about three weeks old. Lizzie chose us, herself. The oldest we named Mouse…rather apt but could as easily have been “Chicken”. Very laid back and gentle but hides from every knock at the door, strange sounds and, I’d bet, mice. He did catch ‘one’, once…had us in hysterics but not a tale to be repeated in public. Cubby is the next…we’ve had her eight years and except for the fact she is strictly an indoor cat like the others, allows us to provide her food, water, the best of beds and a two-second petting (ONLY two seconds) her nature continues to be feral, hates other cats, will hang with the dogs but always ready to bite or claw. Lizzie was a walk-in who probably belonged to someone else prior and either been abused or suffered some other sort of injury. Very tiny cat, suffers seizures and and is always running screaming from something…most usually Jack, the youngest. Pure white, looks like an angel, can be the most charming boy but, within lurks a devil. He makes us laugh more than the others and he, too, is a “fetcher”. His favourite place to sleep (and from which to scare the bejeebers out of us all) is atop the mounted buffalo head and his favourite pastime is terrorizing Lizzie…along with the rest of us.
    We built a cat deck for them so they might enjoy fresh air, sunshine and the antics of squirrels and birds at our feeders. It’s eleven feet long, two feet high and enclosed by vinyl mesh so, room enough for all four (accessed via a window in my office by a cat flap) but he manages to prevent the others using and enjoying it when he is out there or lurking around the flap.

    Dogs, cats, birds all get along…perhaps because we expect them to! As you say, each brings a different, individual dimension to our lives…which would include frequent frustration and exasperation but we’d part with none of them. Fat chance anyway…they outnumber us…so we pay the mortgage and they allow us to live here.

    Your Mickey had such a sweet face! Looks a lot like Lizzie, while Mouse is very much like Samantha only has white on him. Has that same “Excuse me?” look. :)

  3. RonR Says:

    Talk to me when you have puppy pics.

  4. commonsense Says:

    I didn’t even read this post, and neither should you.

    http://www.dropline.net/cats/

    Enjoy.

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