The cat's homemaking continues apace
Sep. 14th, 2009 10:57 amSaturday AM Robert and I circled the neighbourhood and put up notices about the pusscat, and today the ones we saw on our morning walk were still up, so hopefully anyone who can identify her has a chance to do so.
Madam NoName is not, as I first thought, a polydactyl puss (extra toes) - she just splays the ones she has so her paws look enormous. She's a keen kneader - she kneads while sitting on a tile floor, waiting for a string, or pacing around the flat, and she also does 'air kneading' when she's flopped on her side or back - no kneadable surface required. And she purrs if you simply talk to her and have her attention.
Looking more closely at her colours, I can see the tabby stripes in her larger orange patches, and increasingly she looks to me like a ginger tabby- and-white who got coated with black, and she has cleaned off just patches of it. Robert, in turn, thinks she looks like a black-and-white cat, who picked up some ginger patches.
This morning I was pleasantly surprised to find her sitting quietly on my wool carpet in my room, having nosed open the door at some point overnight: no complaining, no Simon's Cat efforts to wake me (unlike China, who had no such reservations). This was the second morning I'd found her in my room, apparently waiting for the humans to wake. I'm expecting the other shoe to drop, because the chance of finding a self-training cat that learns to wait for breakfast just seems too good to be true.
Robert's has had a couple of bouts of allergic reactions, but he can usually pinpoint the source - handling a kitty string toy, then rubbing his face; getting wheezy after several minutes of kitty exercising chasing string around the living room. Puss is a string devotee, and something of a purist - string, with no danglies attached, thank you very much. Fortunately, vacuuming was painless for him, though Madam is not a fan of the Noisy Dirtsucker.
He says he's never washed his hands so much in his life. I hope it's helping, because Madam is certainly making a home here, and it would be very sad to lose her to his allergies now.
Madam NoName is not, as I first thought, a polydactyl puss (extra toes) - she just splays the ones she has so her paws look enormous. She's a keen kneader - she kneads while sitting on a tile floor, waiting for a string, or pacing around the flat, and she also does 'air kneading' when she's flopped on her side or back - no kneadable surface required. And she purrs if you simply talk to her and have her attention.
Looking more closely at her colours, I can see the tabby stripes in her larger orange patches, and increasingly she looks to me like a ginger tabby- and-white who got coated with black, and she has cleaned off just patches of it. Robert, in turn, thinks she looks like a black-and-white cat, who picked up some ginger patches.
This morning I was pleasantly surprised to find her sitting quietly on my wool carpet in my room, having nosed open the door at some point overnight: no complaining, no Simon's Cat efforts to wake me (unlike China, who had no such reservations). This was the second morning I'd found her in my room, apparently waiting for the humans to wake. I'm expecting the other shoe to drop, because the chance of finding a self-training cat that learns to wait for breakfast just seems too good to be true.
Robert's has had a couple of bouts of allergic reactions, but he can usually pinpoint the source - handling a kitty string toy, then rubbing his face; getting wheezy after several minutes of kitty exercising chasing string around the living room. Puss is a string devotee, and something of a purist - string, with no danglies attached, thank you very much. Fortunately, vacuuming was painless for him, though Madam is not a fan of the Noisy Dirtsucker.
He says he's never washed his hands so much in his life. I hope it's helping, because Madam is certainly making a home here, and it would be very sad to lose her to his allergies now.