We cats do like to play. Me, not as much as many cats do. But sometimes cats love their humans so much that they like to prank them. It is funny to watch. We do hope that you understand we are pranking you when we do. As if you wouldn’t do the same to us when you get a chance. My girl used to gently tug on my tail. It’s just the way she is.
Princess Lily Versus Nuri
Sometimes cats just don’t get along. As a cat, I know. I didn’t always get along with my brothers or with the kitten I raised with my girl. We cats do fight. Usually, when we live inside with someone caring for us, we do not fight to the death. We just scream and yell at each other and sometimes come to physical blows.
I stress to you humans if you see and hear us fighting, please keep in mind as long as we aren’t clawing each other or causing any kind of wounds, you don’t need to worry. We are dealing with the tension of the moment. Princess Lily and Nuri just don’t get along. I don’t know why not. They tend to hiss at each other too much. Sometimes Nuri tries to play with Princess Lily who doesn’t like to play.
Only a few times have they done more than hiss and scream at each other. Neither got hurt. My girl was usually around to get them separated or just have them stop altogether. In the case of Princess Lily and Nuri, it is best to stop them from taking it too far as my girl does. Fortunately, they tend to avoid each other often or are in their separate rooms so they can’t get to each other and cause trouble when the humans are sleeping. Or trying to sleep as the case maybe.
Sometimes we just play wrestle. My girl has seen Spot and me fighting like that enough that she found it amusing. She never got between us. She knew we were playing.
Please watch carefully and soon you will learn if it’s a bad personality clash or just sheer play or even a way to diffuse the tension between us.
The Dollhouse
When all three of us had established a routine, my girl decided to build a dollhouse. As I’ve written before, she is insane and will admit it. I wasn’t interested in getting close to the dollhouse. So, I stayed back and meditated. My girl is typically active and doing something. She typically has some kind of project going on. It wasn’t anything new with her. Spot and Isis had to get up close to see what my girl was doing.
They had to watch. I don’t know why they had to watch, and they both thought she built the dollhouse just for them. As you can see from the pictures, they both liked the dollhouse my girl put together by herself. I’m no judge of crafting, so I can’t tell you how good or how bad it turned out. All you have is the pictures to base your own judgements on.
At least Spot and Isis liked the dollhouse my girl built. I was never into toys as those two were. I prefer to ponder and meditate. So, you can see why I don’t care for those two whenever they attacked me. I’d asked them to leave me alone, but nope, those young ones just had to play with me too. It was much better when they played together and left me alone.
My girl loves dollhouses. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. But she had fun with this project. She decided to build it even though there were three of us living with her. I watched from afar. I didn’t care to get close and check it out. Both Spot and Isis had to check it out as she was building it.
I don’t know where they got an idea like that. Not from me. They got close and watched her build it. They got so close they were nearly in her way. They weren’t afraid of what she was doing. It was quite a sight. I can’t tell you if she did a good job or not. I didn’t inspect it or test it out.
But Spot did. He got top of the dollhouse more than once. He would jump on it and it held together. You have to understand he was bigger than I was when he was fully grown. And bigger than Isis. Unbelievable. I don’t think he ever grew up. He is just a big kitten and probably will be all the way to the end of his life.
It was a big dollhouse and to me it wasn’t that great of a thing in our home. But Spot and Isis both liked it. Well, so much the better for them. My girl was proud of herself for building it all by herself. Although I could tell she was frustrated by it. She’d complain the instructions weren’t written well. She’d complain about her crafting skills. Yet, even I have to admit, it was quite an accomplishment for her.
She is a writer. So, she would know how well the instructions were written. I wouldn’t know. I never read the instructions. But she was happy to build such a thing in front of us. I can’t even complain about this project other than the noise. It made her happy. It helped to keep Spot and Isis occupied and entertained. My family was there and yet kind enough to let me have some peace. That’s all I care about.
Our First Christmas
The blind guy didn’t celebrate Christmas, so when my girl decided to decorate, I didn’t even care. But of course Spot did. He just had to attack the tree. He was such a kitten! Honestly. I just didn’t care. It was such a little tree. It wasn’t worth my time. There wasn’t anything to sharpen my claws on. It was much too small to climb on.
She had a tendency to give each of us a can of tuna for our Christmas dinner. Delicious. It made me love her so much. She never ate it, so we didn’t have to share with her. In fact, my girl refuses to eat animals. Yet, she had no problem giving any to us. She must have known what we needed to eat.
I do know she didn’t like our food. She didn’t care for the smell. I’m not even sure she knew how to prepare it. Whatever she gave us was already prepared and portioned. She knows how to cook, but I guess she doesn’t know how to deal with animals in cooking. She seemed healthy to me for a non-cat person.
With that first Christmas, we had a few presents near the tree. She even had some. She opened them for us. Not too exciting. They were toys. Spot loved them. I didn’t care. Eventually, she stopped celebrating Christmas with presents or even special meals. She just lost interest. I do know she prefers calm, quiet days to the craziness of the ever popular holiday of Christmas.
I can’t say I blame her. I don’t like too much excitement either. Let me sleep and meditate. Then I’ll be a happy cat. As I said, I don’t care for any part of Christmas, except for the tuna treats and catnip. Other things just aren’t as exciting or even interesting. Yet, as you can see from the pictures that Spot thought it was playtime when my girl was decorating a little tree.
Can you believe that kitten? Having to grab the garland as she is trying to decorate such a little tree. Then after she has it completely decorated and the lights plugged in, he had to knock it down. I hear there are humans who don’t put up Christmas trees because they live with cats. There are other cats like me who don’t care. But I suppose for the more playful cats, such as Spot, it’s a wonderful toy to have in the house.
Perhaps it’s a great toy for those cats stuck inside all day. Those forbidden from going outside at any time. Well, okay, perhaps a real Christmas tree is a wonderful to have. You can climb it. You can hide in it. But this tree my girl had was too small for either of those things. That’s why I wasn’t interested.
I can’t say I blame my girl for not liking the popular Christmas holiday. It can be too much. Spot and I once saw a family gathering she had to go to. We watched from the loft. It was much too much. Too much food we weren’t allowed to have. Too many presents. None were for us. There was a huge mess below us that the humans had to clean up.
And why? What was the point? If they were cats, they wouldn’t have cared about the lack. I still had my girl and Spot. That was all that mattered to me. I don’t need such things as all those presents or a huge dinner. Tuna and catnip are good. I like to have a safe, stable, permanent home with those I love. What more could I ever want or need?
Sir Socks Le Chat 