So I have been on sabbatical from blogging for a while due to a hardcore, painful case of kidney stones. But now I'm feeling a little better, thanks to a couple of very cute, very loving balls of fur I call mine.
I am definately a believer in the healing of a cat's purr now. Whenever I had the first attack of pain from these stones, Neko got up in the bed with me (which for her is a huge deal because she's so damn skittish) and positioned herself on the side that was aching and laid there purring away. Her purr was quite different than her normal, happy purr too. It was lower, and seemed to have more bass and be more continuous.
It calmed me down and made me feel better. And I was able to actually lay still long enough to get some sleep. Granted, I still had to go to the emergency room and get pain meds and all of that, I'm not saying it's a miracle cure (and I'm sure you think I'm just a crazy cat lady) but I do definately understand it now.
And, since Neko threw caution to the wind to lay on me for so long, it was great for her progress. She now jumps up in the bed with me every night and will cuddle up and purr me to sleep, and she also hops up every morning when she hears me waking up and moving around to snuggle and get her petting in before I go start my day. She has even started to let El pet her more and jumped up on the bed even while he's moving around or talking. She doesn't act so much like he's the devil anymore.
Since I've been feeling bad Alowicious has also started to get that old sweet streak in her that she used to have with me before we got Neko and she started not having anything to do with us cuddlewise if she could help it. Yes, Alowicious is definately way more in love with El than she is with me and probably always will be. But we share a special bond of being lazy while watching movies. She loves to curl up on my belly if I'm laying on the couch, but I think it's
1.just so she can lord over Neko (who is usually laying beside the couch on my shoes because she has a creepy foot fetish) or
2. just so she can wait until I let my guard down enough so she can springboard off my gut to the back of the couch and the picture window beyond.
So all in all the girls are doing pretty well. They also seem to be getting along with each other better. They run through the house like two buffalo chasing and tumbling and even body slamming each other.
Just last night they got their first dose of "strange winds from the horrible outside." and it was amusing. See, these two have been inside only kitties since we got them, and I have decided to keep it that way.
Call me overprotective if you want, but it's safer and easier for everyone involved. Not to mention, we'd never see Neko again if she ever got out, and I doubt Alowicious could survive because we found her at 7 weeks old.
We have a bunch of huge, scarred up, fighting all the time for territory, intact cats in the neighborhood. And since the two badass siamese El had a few years ago (before I moved in) died, our yard has been the neutral ground.
It has been unclaimed by any of the kitty gang members, so they use the front yard to lay around and doze in (usually on the driveway where we park instead of the grass- you'd think it'd be hot as hell there,but we all know that cats love to make us work our lives around what they wish!) The side yard is to fight in, and the back yard to fuck in.
So nope, my little girls are not going to be in on ANY of that action. They act like they're too good for that street thug life anyhow. They're so picky and princess like. Even Neko, who will go in the basement and try to dig for earthworms from the sump pump and have a mouth full of black mud acts like she's too good to live rough since she's come to live here.
I feed them wet food once or twice a week, mostly to give Neko hairball medicine. She's the only cat I've ever seen that won't lick it off your finger and reduces me to hiding it in wet food. She's long haired and grooming or brushing her is an ordeal to say the least, but we are working at it...so that's why she needs the hairball goo.
She adores wet food and will sing, dance, and just generally spin around he kitchen raising high holy hell until the plate is presented in front of her majesty. Then she proceeds to wolf it down at warp speed and go after Alowicious' portion, which Alowicious usually let's her because she isn't so crazy over wet food. So you'd think I could just give wet food to Neko and let Alowicious just lick the hairball goop off of my finger and all would be right with the world. Right? Wrong.
If one cat gets wet food, or anything that can be considered food or that smells like it, the other one has to have it too..or there's hell to pay. Days of it. So this is the reason I have to put Alowicious and her wet food up on a side table we have by the kitchen counter. She loves that because she's more of a climber than Neko, and it keeps the fuzzy Holestein from gobbling up more than her fair share. Everybody gets their medicine, I don't have to deal with gross, barf covered balls of hair being stepped on with my bare feet...and everybody's happy.
Last night, we decided to open the windows and get some fresh air rolling through the house. (we have central air so it's normally shut up pretty tight.) The cats were amazed by the feel of the wind through their fur, the sounds of the birds being louder, and the neighbors' voices. They crept slowly up to the blinds, peeked through the slats, and shoved behind them to press their little noses on the screens. They breathed in the air and took in the sights and loved it.
When it was wet food time, they came to eat, reluctantly leaving the windows they ran back and forth to and from for hours. It was then the next door neighbor's dog was let outside, and began to bark. And bark.
Alowicious regarded this sound as annoying and kept on eating, pausing to glance toward the sound every once in a while as if she was using the force to try and quell it.
Neko must have encountered a dog once or twice in her life in and around a gas station parking lot because she flipped her shit! Her eyes got as round as saucers and she froze in place, hunkered down and looked crazily in all directions for an escape route. Usually, in two seconds flat after that and she takes off running and is gone, stomping loudly with her little feet instead of quietly gliding away like you'd think she would in the case of what she views as an attack.
Not this time, she didn't want to leave her food. She kept looking at the plate, sneaking a bite, and then going back to her crazy eyed stance. This made me laugh hysterically, because if you could have seen us trying to catch this cat when we first got her and us trying to ply her into traps and carriers with wet food that she would simply ignore. Or eat and be too slick and quick for us to catch. She was like Houdini. And now, here she was a housecat. Sensing great danger, but tempting fate by trying to finish her food first.
The more the dog barked, the more she hovered over her plate guarding it like those guys in prison eat on the movies. It seemed that the evil dog now was expected to run up and grab the food instead of eating her. I kept waiting for her to relax, and realize that the dog was outside. Finally she connected the sound with the window, and when she was done eating wouldn't hop back up in it to explore, and instead went and hid under the bed until she'd had a good nap and finally creeped out when I was snuggled on the couch with Alowicious reading and demanded we play with her string.
I think it's an amazing thing though that she didn't run away like she usually does. I am proud that she stood her ground and finished her food (and half of Alowicious'). And tonight, as a reward and an experiment I am going to fill the kitchen sink with a little bit of water and float a rubber ducky in there to see if they'll play with it.
Alowicious just went through her drinking out of the tap every time you turned it on phase and seems to be uninterested in water now, unless it's in her water bowl. She always freaked out and jumped down any time I moved while she was drinking out of the sink like I was gonna soak her or something.She looks like she wants to bat at the flowing water, but she just doesn't like it to touch her.
Neko comes running now with her little chirpy war cry straight up on the counter to the kitchen sink any time I turn it on. She won't drink out of it, but moves her head toward it and bats a paw out to test it. She always stands up on the edge of the bathtub to look in if the water's running and faithfully lays in wait outside to lick my wet ankles when I'm in the shower. She tried to crawl in the shower once to follow me, but the water hit her and she freaked. I think they may both be water loving cats but they're just too nervous about it because it's unknown. It would be weird, and possibly messy having a long haired cat that likes the water...but oh well. I'm gonna test it out. I will document the results if have eyes left and they aren't scratched out.
Smell ya later!
