Smudgy has been a part of the family for 14 months now (making her almost 16 months old). It’s unbelievable how much you can come to love a pet – a little thing that depends on you and becomes part of the family.
Smudgy’s my little fur ‘baby’… and boy, is she spoilt!
Every morning between 5 and 6 AM (sometimes earlier or a bit later… or twice, even) I am woken up by meowing and insistent eyes watching me, all but demanding me to get up and feed her… although, in cat speak, that’s probably what she’s doing. I have to sit and wait for her to finish eating, then open the front door for her to go out, and then she’s happy. Sometimes during the day she’ll even come bother me to go with her to her food bowl and give her a scratch before she starts eating.
She loves ignoring you – or at least, not reciprocating affection in any way. She just ‘tolerates’ it when you want to love her, and then presses her paw in your face or walks away, meowing her discontent… as if she wants to say, ‘yeah, okay, you’ve had your fun, now leave me alone’. Other days she laps it up, basking in scratches and petting, stretching and turning so you can pamper her at her leisure, then purring away like there’s no tomorrow.
I’ve learnt to indulge her when she meows, picking her up (but not for too long!), hugging and talking to her because she’s my cute little kitty. She doesn’t really like it when you pick her up, yet she has the grace to bear with me from time to time 😉 She’ll meow at me to get off of ‘her’ chair and to turn on the fan. She loves having a big glass of water in the kitchen sink to drink from. She loves lying in what seems like a bazillion different positions during the course of minutes or hours (which is why you cannot ‘blame’ me when I take hundreds of pictures of her every time she moves). When she’s on the bed, she has a way of taking up a lot of space, and I usually don’t have the heart to disturb her, so I allow her to dominate.
Once winter comes, she’ll be lying on my lap again and snuggling up close, getting into the bed at my side, so I don’t mind her holier-than-though attitude most of the time.
When guests arrive, she ‘talks’ to them, walks about all cute, and maybe even allows them to pet her or play with her. She has manners, too – she’s gone outside to greet my older sister at her car when she comes to visit me! Even though it doesn’t feel like it, Smudgy must love me, because she always comes looking for me and is a real house cat when I’m here during the day. When she’s outside (or even here in the apartment) she loves rolling around! She’s very careful around the cars that drive in and out through the gate her at our complex, which means that I don’t have to worry too much about her getting trampled… although I do feel very paranoid sometimes when she goes to play on the other side of the gate – there are quite a few dogs living down the street. She always comes back covered in small nettles or little sticky flowers that I can only pluck off while she’s eating (where she thinks I’m merely stroking/ petting her) or when she’s fast asleep.
She’s a curious one – aren’t all cats? – and she’s quite the little hunter: from flies and beetles to grasshoppers, praying mantises and big black crickets…
…oh, and the dead mouse she left me on the bedroom carpet sometime during the early morning hours on Sunday. Didn’t I just feel special. No wonder she was meowing so insistently.
She might drive me crazy sometimes, and I may doubt the fact that she loves me a lot of the time, but Smudgy is my cute little miss, and I’m very happy to have her in my life. I don’t know what I would have done without her while I was and now am (again) unemployed.
Now if only I could get her to not be so vocal… or at least teach her to meow on key while I’m busy cleaning up – then I’ll be like Cinderella sans the mice and birds. Wouldn’t that just be darling!!
[Aside: after typing this post, I remembered even more things about her – but I suppose I can talk about that another day 🙂 ]