What I Hated the Least Today 235/365: Catifying My Cat

My cat isn’t very catty.

To start with, she’s turned vegan. She won’t touch wet food unless it’s swimming in sauce, in which case she licks the sauce off, carefully shoving pieces of meat out of the bowl. I’m reconciled with her dietary requirements and keep on buying her meat in sauce, throwing the meat out, so that she doesn’t live on dry food only.

She’s a poor jumper. Here’s where I decided not to put up with having to put her up on elevated surfaces and started to teach her to climb. The other day I noticed two stray cats outside of the window and a marten on a tree. I thought it would be of interest to the cat, to socialise with her fellows through the glass, so I put her up on the window sill. She loved that but took several weeks to learn to jump up on her own. Now she’s quite proficient in perching precariously on the rather narrow sill or balancing on the radiator and she even looks comparatively elegant when jumping up.

The next thing, the cat didn’t use to sleep in my bed because I wouldn’t allow her and she didn’t show any inclination to do so anyway. Two years later or so, I changed my mind. Feeling somewhat lonely and gradually getting used to the idea that I’ll sooner end up a crazy cat lady than finding myself a human company, I decided to teach the cat to sleep with me in the bed. The first attempt was a disaster and the cat jumped down right away when I placed her on what I designated her half of the bed. There was no second attempt because a while later I turned around to see the cat napping on the bed already. Since then she’s been making me company.

 

21 thoughts on “What I Hated the Least Today 235/365: Catifying My Cat

  1. That’s wonderful … she actually does learn to do what you suggest! McDuff does nothing of the kind. It’s all on HIS conditions. When I put him up in the bed, suggesting he’d sleep there he jumps down the very same second. Other times, he sleeps there every night, for weeks.

    After eight years in this apartment it has now — out of the blue — dawned on him he can get to the open, small window [it has a mesh], if he jumps up on a small, low table, from there to Gerry’s desk and then walk on the sill over to that window! Eight years! LOL He thoroughly enjoys to sit there and get fresh air [poor little passive smoker].

    He licks off the sauce too, but eventually he eats the chunks of meat. He doesn’t move it out of the bowl.

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    1. Yep, I thought it quite nice that my cat seems to be learning things. Maybe I could actually teach her some tricks but I don’t want to bother her. It’s not like she’s a circus animal. I’m mostly pleased she learned to climb the window sill because she has new stimuli – she was used to large French windows and would spend hours looking out of them, so now she can look out of the window again.

      It’s funny how cats discover new things out of the blue. Eight years is quite a lot though to discover a new window! Two months after my move, my cat discovered the joys of a pseudo-rattan chair I have – it used to be on the balcony, now it’s indoors – and started to scratch it. I’m not too pleased. I’m trying to teach her to return to scratching the floor instead…

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      1. He used to be able to jump up, but he seems to be less agile now when he’s become of age. Now he’s found this way, via two other tables. He has to jump from one table to the other, and then walk the sill πŸ™‚

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        1. I see. My cat turned five this spring and her energy level is pretty high. She has these scary night fits of running around like crazy, as cats do. When I first saw her like this, I thought she was sick πŸ˜€

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    1. Cats are less demanding pets than dogs, you don’t need to walk them, so I think it’s a good choice once you’re ready πŸ™‚ It’s true that they are more stubborn than dogs. For me, it’s rewarding to have a cat though!

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  2. I don’t own a cat so I am unqualified to comment apart from saying its good you are finding the cat good company, or is it the cat is finding you good company??

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    1. I don’t own a cat either, the cat owns me πŸ˜‰ Haha, I’m not sure who is more pleased with the company of the other, but I suspect it’s me. My cat is affectionate but undemonstrative.

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  3. “getting used to the idea that I’ll sooner end up a crazy cat lady than finding myself a human company,”
    I’m also getting used to this idea for myself, the onlΓΈy differences being that I’m a man and I don’t have cat, which basically just leaves crazy and without any human company. πŸ™‚

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