Ah yes, I know well the 5 stares of death that Bartleby gives me. They are:
- food, now
- pee, now
- sleep, now
- play, now
- you are so totally kidding me with this puny walk, right? Around the block? What. Is. Up. With. That?
Oh, and there is the "I know not of what you speak." look that generally follows him jumping off the bed he's not supposed to get on without permission and him picking up (he thinks) edible something on the street, and trotting ahead of me so that I can't seem him chew it.
And the "Really. I couldn't help myself. I HAD to eat the entire 2 lb. package of pita bread you left at eye level. It was MY level! What could I do? You, know...any jury in the world would go with ME on this one. Still? I feel bad. For reals."
Mister Kitty has maybe two faces: Duuuuude and ATTACK. The later is rarely seen. Oh, and HUH. When he wakes up suddenly and totally has bedhead. He's the most uncatlike cat I've ever had.
Remember when we had the conversation about toddlers, and how many it would take to kill you --- I vote for 10 to 12 3 to 5 year olds. There were somewhere between 20 nd 30 in my storytime today. rowdy rowdy rowdy.
I take care of a friend's cat occasionally. Pretty Girl is some sort of Siamese mix...teeny and possessing only 1 remaining tooth...that sort of sticks out all the time. She seems to love me...or at least she seems to love the pets I give her while I watch her person's illicit tv. Then? Full on frontal attack with the flaming eyes, flailing claws and proximity to my eyes. What the hey? One second docile, the next, deathray. No warning ever.
If I've been gone all day and sit down at the computer when I get home I get the "we're waiting to be entertained" (AKA "Dance, monkey!") look from Rosie and Gilda.
No warning ever.
Keep an eye on the tail. There's a lot of body language there.
I'll try that. Mostly, I'm just staring at the claws. She's old, so I don't want to bat her onto the floor but cheezwhiz! Her person says she 'misses me' when I'm not around because I give her so much concentrated attention. I dunno. I think she misses her target practice.
Pretty sure that distinction is lost on a cat.
As a total cat person, I say...um, they are kinda nuts. MK is a total attention slut, but Devi is more typical. She acts as if other people will eat her. She also has treated me as prey. I have scars. I adore her to pieces and her presence is a comfort to me, but it is very dysfunctional. At least she no longer tries to kill my head at night anymore. She's a fucked up cat, but man, she's cute and cuddles when I need it.
As a total cat person, I say...um, they are kinda nuts.
What? How come no one told me that?
