Friday, March 1, 2013

Getting to Know The Ladies

We have 3 cats. The first one, Princess, a mostly white calico with black eyeliner, had gone away with my oldest daughter when I got the second, Misha (mee-shuh), a tortie with equal amounts of all her colors, and then the third, Sassy, another tortie but with primarily black fur. Well, Sassy is a Siamese hybrid (mutt from the same shelter as her housemates) and she is quite vocal. Misha cat doesn't care; she loves everyone. 

After my daughter had been away with Princess for almost a year, they moved into subsidized housing and couldn't have cats. Since I had adopted her, I either had to keep her, take her back to the shelter, or do what lots of folks out here do and dump her. No way!!!!! So she came home.

Well, Princess has the same personality under all the mellowness that Sassy does. Those two have been at each other for 9 years now. I'm serious. Sassy was the dominant cat of the two I got while Princess was gone. Misha is a typical middle child.....always compliant, keeping the peace unless she wants to play....but Sassy reminds Princess every chance she gets that She has been here in this building longer (tornado ripped roof off old manufactured home and this is a replacement). Of course, Princess has to remind Sassy that *she* has been our pet longer than Sassy and thereby has seniority. It's a never-ending discussion that comes to blows at least once a day.

That said, and probably totally unnecessarily, my kitties are my life on the days, and there are far too many, when I don't get to see an adult child or a grandchild. Hubby works from 3pm to midnight or longer, 5 days a week, and I'm disabled and can't work. They are my family when I am here alone. I get distinct loving styles from each cat. Princess is quiet, likes bananas, and likes to kiss my nose but prefers to sleep under hubby's blanket when he's on the couch. Misha just wants to be pet and held. She doesn't care who is on the giving end as long as they're over 12 and she knows them. Sassy....well, typical Siamese heritage....snooty, very very picky about who pets her, doesn't want to be picked up except by me maybe once a day and I'd better not move once I do so, and she *never*stops*talking* unless she's asleep. She's also involuntarily the class clown. She gets startled by anything and jumps two feet high when she does. Hubby likes to startle her for fun. I try not to laugh but it doesn't work well because it's really funny.

Sassy will jump up on my lap when it suits her, but she's not one to be cuddled. She tolerates petting from hubby and I but that's it. She'll hide if she feels she's getting too much attention. She is fussy about people touching her. She hates having her nails clipped, she hates the hairball gel I put on all the girls' paws once a week to keep down the puking, and she absolutely detests to the point of violence having a bath. Shots also make her puke. She was returned by her first owners and it apparently did some emotional wrecking to her personality; she was here for over 5 years before anyone but me heard her purr.

Misha is up on the couch and sniffing everyone who comes in the house as long as they aren't under the age of 5. She's really friendly and purrs so loudly it sounds like a pigeon or a far-off propeller plane. It's loud and once she starts she can go for an hour if she's happy. I begin to wonder sometimes if she's got something going on with her purring besides contentment. She's also my only pudgy kitty. I don't know why. They all get fed the same food. To top it all off, she sheds like she's not been brushed for a year even if it's only been a day or two. 

If it's a man, Princess meows until they say hello to her. She really, really has a thing for guys. She knows when my son and my son in law are coming up the walk to the house and she's at their feet before they get their shoes off, begging for attention. She's also the only kitty cat who will allow the younger children - once they hit the age of 1 or so and understand not to pull hair or tails - to pet or carry her. She's extremely gentle and patient with them, where the other two will just take off and hide. It's like she knows they don't mean to be rough and she's just going to tolerate it in order for me to have an example for teaching them appropriate behavior toward cats.

My kitties have done well in helping me deal with empty nest syndrome. They need some care -- feeding, water, litter box maintenance, brushing; they snuggle and communicate with hubby and I in 3 separate and unique ways; and they are endlessly entertaining, providing great company for me as well as the opportunity to laugh several times a day.

That's why I love them so much.


Michelle-ozark crafter said...

Love your kitties! Our sylvia is a sweetie but doesn't like to be held and as Jack says, talks nonstop like a teenager on a phone! Both of us are disabled and our girl is our entertainment and joy.

Dawn said...

Awe such lovely kittys.
I really enjoyed your journal :)
I am disabled also. My son's cat is a male Ragdoll and so laid back lol. He can be noisy if he wants his treats. He is a man's cat but supports me when I am ill. He will come and spend hours with me.

Michelle-ozark crafter said...

What pretty, silly helpful kitties!