My Cats
Years ago, we had a black lab and a siamese. Abby and Mai Ling. They were Buddies. Both just knew when it was the week to spend at the lake. They'd just pack themselves up, find a comfy snooze spot in the van, while we packed it to go. They'd wake when we got there and while we were unpacking and moving into the cabin, would go down to the end of the dock. Sit a few minutes to look around, Then walk back to the shore then into the lake for a swim. Yeah, the dog and the cat. would take a swim. The other resort guests couldn't believe what they saw until it was explained to them that "Ling loved water to no end. They took another swim a couple of days later and many were snapping photos. Regularly, Mai Ling would follow me into the shower and brush against my legs until I gave here a shampoo. That turned on the pur for sure. After the shampoo, and a rub down with her towel she'd run through the house to my bed, jump up and wait for me to wrap her in her towel, and give her another little rub. Then it was a little nap, still wrapped up like a papoose, accompanied by a satisfied pur. Sister came for a visit once, and before retiring for the night, went for a bath. Didn't think nothin' of it until we heard a scream. A Very LOUD scream. ran to the bathroom door and asked,"what's wrong?" The answer made us laugh. "THERE"S A CAT IN THE TUB WITH ME" Of course, the cat being startled by the scream, exited the bathroom in haste when the door was opened. Ran right to my bed. Looking back at us with a puzzled look on it's face, like "what was that about?" Yeah, 'Ling liked baths too. Not too suprising since she liked to take an occasional shower and swim.
Then it was a mother and daughter. Nicky and Tasha. Part Siamese, but true American mixed breeds. Another story altogether. Niky was independent but would nap on your lap occasionally while watching TV. Both were very much people friendly, but Tasha was the lover.
My sister exclaimed, "OMG, you don't even have to call them and they come to you, all you do is whistle." Yep, that's right. Nephew experienced once when I scolded Tasha for being a little over mischievous, and said" She's more like a dog, she listens." I said,"she knows I'm the boss." Yeah, I told Tasha to "jump in that chair and lay down" She jumped up into the chair and laid down, and gave us the "I'm sorry" look.. She knew when she messed up, she'd usually hide for a while, even if we didn't notice first. She knew wink. And one that would surprise the vets assistants. She'd give the them a good big lick on the nose or finger If I asked Tasha to give 'em a kiss. She'd be at my side many times when I went to bed and pur so hard she'd get hiccups. Look at me with crossed eyes, like "what's this?" If I were to sleep in, but she thought I should be getting up. she'd first pur, then meow into my ear, first softly, then louder. Then paw and lick my nose. I once ignored her pleas, and she resorted to climbing up on the headboard. I wondered what for, but only for a second, as she body slammed my pillow. Bounced off to land watching to see if I woke. I was awake now but fained sleeping to see what else she would do. Up the headboard again for a second body slam. I broke down and laughed. She sat a foot away and meowed in a way that could only be translated into "well it's bout time you got up, I'm hungry" I filled her dish, and all was well. When my sister sent me a link to
Simon's Cat, I said to myself, that's Tasha, ,
Now the current resident, Puppi. Still collecting stories on this one.
