As stated before, I really do adore cats.
Probably too much.
I say to Eric all the time that on my headstone I will have the phrase..."Her life was run by cats".
Really I do love them, but they are alot of work.
Here is usually what happens in the evening....I get in bed to read and Dexterpries open the door and jumps on the bed. So I get out of bed and re-shut the bedroom door. Then George W starts scratching scratching scratching at the door to be let in too...so to avoid the noise I open the door for him as well. Several minutes later someone is scratching at the French doors to be let outside. Out of bed again. Eventually, after Dexter drinks from the cup of water beside my bed, we fall asleep. Dexter usually sleeps directly in Eric's armpit. He is old so we over look it.
Long about 4 am ish George starts howling at theFrench doors to be let in....and he doesnt stop until you let him in, so out of bed again to let him in. Back in bed...then Dexter, bothered because George is now in the room jumps out of bed and scratches to be let outside!!! Irritated I huff and get out of bed and think..DAMMIT...im just going to get up.
SO then...with George in, Dexter out, I go to the garage and greet Spooky...who sleeps in our garage...he is an outside cat who comes in at night. I greet him and he and George hiss good morning at each other. I scoop some fresh food for them all and Spooky eats first followed by George. I go inside and get breakfast for myself. Before I start getting ready for the day I go back into the garage and open the garage door. I let in Simba (who is actually our neighboor's cat) and he bellies up the the buffet... provided no other cats are in the vicinity.
Dexter, because he hears the door goes up, comes inside using the cat door. He comes into the kitchen where he promptly howls for his wet food (he is old so we allow his this succulent pleasure). As soon as George hears the can open he is in the kitchen like a shot, but he will patiently wait until Dexter is done...im not sure its out of deference as much as he has already eaten.
Back out in the garage Simba has left, because Talullah La Rue has sauntered in. We are not sure where she came from. We think that our neighbors across the street left her when they moved, but one thing is true:s he is definately the local BITCH. (and by bitch I mean girl CAT not dog) She is the queen of the territory and all male cats defer to her. I think its because she beat the shit out of all the boys at one time or aonther. She is one tuff street bitch. She is gray with two white stripe on her chin. Her distinguishing mark is that she has a nose that his half pink and half gray. She is a fat diva though and has one annoying meow....she shows no qualms about coming in the house as random...using the cat door or not.
So the pecking order (or rather scractching order) as far as I can tell is...
Talullah La Rue
Dexter
Simba
George W
Spooky
Who do I like best? I love them all for their individual charactericics. I love Dexter because he was our first cat. I love George because he is so affectionate. I love Spooky because he is tragic. I love Simba because he is pathetic. And I love Tallulah La Rue because she is a girl. She is very soft and has these little short legs. I dont like it when she fights the male cats though because it usually means a trip to the vet for us, but...for a girl cat, she has balls.
Probably too much.
I say to Eric all the time that on my headstone I will have the phrase..."Her life was run by cats".
Really I do love them, but they are alot of work.
Here is usually what happens in the evening....I get in bed to read and Dexterpries open the door and jumps on the bed. So I get out of bed and re-shut the bedroom door. Then George W starts scratching scratching scratching at the door to be let in too...so to avoid the noise I open the door for him as well. Several minutes later someone is scratching at the French doors to be let outside. Out of bed again. Eventually, after Dexter drinks from the cup of water beside my bed, we fall asleep. Dexter usually sleeps directly in Eric's armpit. He is old so we over look it.
Long about 4 am ish George starts howling at theFrench doors to be let in....and he doesnt stop until you let him in, so out of bed again to let him in. Back in bed...then Dexter, bothered because George is now in the room jumps out of bed and scratches to be let outside!!! Irritated I huff and get out of bed and think..DAMMIT...im just going to get up.
SO then...with George in, Dexter out, I go to the garage and greet Spooky...who sleeps in our garage...he is an outside cat who comes in at night. I greet him and he and George hiss good morning at each other. I scoop some fresh food for them all and Spooky eats first followed by George. I go inside and get breakfast for myself. Before I start getting ready for the day I go back into the garage and open the garage door. I let in Simba (who is actually our neighboor's cat) and he bellies up the the buffet... provided no other cats are in the vicinity.
Dexter, because he hears the door goes up, comes inside using the cat door. He comes into the kitchen where he promptly howls for his wet food (he is old so we allow his this succulent pleasure). As soon as George hears the can open he is in the kitchen like a shot, but he will patiently wait until Dexter is done...im not sure its out of deference as much as he has already eaten.
Back out in the garage Simba has left, because Talullah La Rue has sauntered in. We are not sure where she came from. We think that our neighbors across the street left her when they moved, but one thing is true:s he is definately the local BITCH. (and by bitch I mean girl CAT not dog) She is the queen of the territory and all male cats defer to her. I think its because she beat the shit out of all the boys at one time or aonther. She is one tuff street bitch. She is gray with two white stripe on her chin. Her distinguishing mark is that she has a nose that his half pink and half gray. She is a fat diva though and has one annoying meow....she shows no qualms about coming in the house as random...using the cat door or not.
So the pecking order (or rather scractching order) as far as I can tell is...
Talullah La Rue
Dexter
Simba
George W
Spooky
Who do I like best? I love them all for their individual charactericics. I love Dexter because he was our first cat. I love George because he is so affectionate. I love Spooky because he is tragic. I love Simba because he is pathetic. And I love Tallulah La Rue because she is a girl. She is very soft and has these little short legs. I dont like it when she fights the male cats though because it usually means a trip to the vet for us, but...for a girl cat, she has balls.
George W patiently waiting his turn.
Simba from next door.
Spooky
Dexter tucking in.Alas, Talullah La Rue would not deign to allow herself to be photographed today. Perhaps tomorrow.
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