Yummy, is our big beautiful blue eyed Siamese cross, who is very fluffy and very, very large. He is somewhere in the range of 23 to 25 pounds. And no matter what I try to do to get him to lose the weight, it doesn't work. Oh don't get me wrong, he's certainly not lazy and is very fleet on his feet. But he has all the grace of a Rhino. And if you are downstairs you can hear him when he does his "Santa Fe 500" laps upstairs being full of himself. He even sounds like a Rhino or an Elephant thumping around up there.
We all know that cats usually are known for their grace and stealth, but there is usually one like Yummy who defies this description the majority of the time. Bless his big blue eyes, he can be stealthy when he's sneaking up on you, but he will never be called graceful. Perhaps this is the reason for the "muscle" bulk, to make up for grace, he gets the power. He's not klutzy, he's just not graceful. And you certainly know it if he steps on you or has you well tucked into bed. He can sneak into bed with you, then claim you as his comfy spot. And moving him off you or off the covers that are between you and the side of the bed, is about like trying to move a liquid lead lump. He sleeps heavy and heaven help you if you need to get out of bed in a hurry. We have discovered though that you can roll him down the covers as it were to get enough space to get out of bed. The frustrating thing is that he then has the audacity to actually show up to the bathroom before you, when you were positive that he was still in bed.
Mornings can be especially entertaining. I am usually up first while my husband will try to grab a few more Z's before he has to climb out of bed. It isn't long after I am up before Yum will decide that he must chase his tail as if it is a demon following him on the bed. Yes, he'll pretend his tail is an alien. One morning he caught it and actually bit himself. Talk about startling! He scared himself and went flying off the bed and downstairs before you could say "Holy Moly!" I don't think his feet touched the floor from the bed to the stairs. Needless to say though, it doesn't help the husband catch many more Z's. The bed feels like a little trampoline when Yum is playing like this on it. Which is why we don't own a waterbed anymore. One the occasional leak occurred, two, you got seasick.
He considers my husband his pet. And will dole out his nose kisses to me very sparingly should he be feeling generous or pestering me for something. Otherwise I only get love bites, while his "pet" gets "exfoliated". My lord he must have the roughest tongue of any cat I have ever had. The only thing rougher I have felt (although slimier) was a bull I knew who would use his tongue to wrap around your wrist to take hay from your hand. That being said, we are very fond of our Rhino in kitty clothes, he provides us with love and A LOT of humor. For example, watching him run when he's being full of himself and then go flying over one of the child gates we use for the dogs. He can even clear a child gate from a sitting position. However, these leaps are definitely NOT graceful, they are more like watching a moose or something go over a hurdle. Actually, I believe the moose may be more graceful.
So, if anyone dares to tell you that an animal has absolutely no personality (my high school anatomy & physiology teacher said this) or that they only know what you teach them; ask the person what planet did they come from? They are obviously stupid.
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