Catiness
Be it known that, allergic though I am, I adore my family’s cat, Reagan. She is sassy and independent and a bit of a drama queen. She is surprisingly social, for a cat– although, her social activities must be on her own terms. She is quite insistant on getting what she wants, and usually succeeds. She is incredibly sleek and soft and cuddly, even by cat standards, and yet she has retractable claws; in fact, she is just like me only with no self-esteem or self-doubt issues. Here is an update on her from my sister.
From my beautiful sister Merry’s Site:
It’s been a long time since I’ve told any funny Reagan stories; partly because she’s settled a bit as she grows into Cat-hood. She really doesn’t look like a kitten at all anymore, although she’s still quite small. I shall call her my catling.
Reagan learned that the bottle of cat treats was usually sitting on top of the piano. She developed a habit of jumping up and batting at the jar until it fell off the top of the piano, at which point someone would go over to pick it up and, delighted at her intelligence and adorability, give her a cat treat. What a charming trick. Until she did it four times in one day and ended by knocking over a picture frame. Mom got behind her and hissed. What ensued was mild chaos of the highly amusing variety.
You have to understand that Reagan doesn’t hiss. She doesn’t know how. Remember how we got her? Jackie and her friends found Reagan and her siblings abandoned in a park and rescued them. But they were so young, and Reagan was separated from them so early, that she never learned to hiss. She’s never been around cats that would teach her how. When she tries, it comes out as a kind of spitting noise that’s– well, rather lame, really. Not at all intimidating. So when Mom got behind Reagan and hissed, I thought at first that it was dumb, because would Reagan even know what it was? Apparently, the answer to that question is ‘yes’. Vehemently.
Reagan jumped about a foot in the air, dropped down three and landed on the keys of the piano before springing to the ground and shooting across the living room to hide behind a chair. Haven’t seen her so spooked in quite a while, even by her pair of eternal enemies, The Crutches.
Oh– and I moved the cat treats to the top of the china cupboard.
~Merry
