OpalCat's Pets (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} opals_pets) wrote,@ 2002-07-27 01:55:00 |
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Ding's Love
Ding is possibly the world's sweetest cat. She is also, however, very very timid. We like to say that she is very fierce and ferocious, and very brave. I think it makes her feel better *wink*
Despite her extreme scaredy-cat nature, she is capable of overcoming it in the name of love. Her close buddy, Milo, had been spayed. Milo was very butch, and seemed to take great pride in acting tough and mean (but she really wasn't, it was all an act) and when she came home from the vet, she was not in a mood to be social. She hung out in a corner in the kitchen, so we put down a towel there for her and some water and food nearby and we tried to stay out of the kitchen. Every once in a while she would growl or make some noise.
Ding was extremely concerned. Milo was acting weird, and she smelled weird, and she was staying in the kitchen. Ding loved Milo very much, and she really REALLY wanted to see what was wrong with Milo (she probably wanted to give her head-bonks and groom her and make it all better, knowing her) but every time she went into the kitchen, Milo growled and hissed.
As I've said, Ding is easily frightened. We used to make jokes like "oh no! A dust bunny! Run, Ding, run!!" and you can well imagine what a hissing cat would do to her.
She ran away the first couple of times, but always went right back in after a minute or two. You could literally see the her building up the courage to face Milo. She was absolutely determined to find out what was wrong.
She went back into the kitchen, and Milo hissed. Ding flinched, but held her ground. Milo started to growl a warning, but Ding started to creep forward in extreme slow motion. Every time Milo hissed, Ding closed her eyes and flinched, but she kept creeping forward. She was obviously terrified, but she just had to see what was wrong with her friend. Cute as it was, we really needed Milo to have her privacy, so we picked Ding up and brought her back into the living room. We had to do this several times over the couple of days that Milo was recovering, because Ding was very persistant.
* * *
Ding was the next to get spayed. We had them spayed fairly close together, and in a hurry. Something quite disturbing had happened and we didn't want it to happen again. You see, they'd both gone into heat at the same time.
If you have ever experienced an indoor cat in heat, you know what a trial it is for the human residents. Yeowling was only part of it. There was also the very creepy attempted seduction. Having your sweet, innocent kitty back up into your leg, then look over her shoulder at you with that "do me now" look in her eye is just plain disturbing.
Then they discovered the joys of lesbian oral sex. They would lay on the couch in a 69 position and go at it. Again, these were my innocent babies, and I didn't want to see them like this!
One night we were in bed when we heard a really strange noise. Thud-rattle.....scrabble scrabble scrabble...thud. Over and over. I went into the living room to inspect, and what I found was nothing short of hilarious.
Ding was apparently scoping out the vast and hunk-filled world of Out Of The Door. Our front door had a grid of 6 small windows at the top, each surrounded by a thin frame of moulding. Ding was jumping up and grabbing onto that tiny ledge with her front paws (Thud, rattle) and peering out the window. Her back feet scrabbling against the door made the next sound. Slowly her strength would give out and she would strain to keep looking out the window as she steadily lost ground... then she would drop to the floor (thud!). She would do this over and over. She really wanted those hunky outdoor cats.
* * *
When Ding was spayed, she chewed off several of her stitches. We called the vet and they said that we could buy a $9 paper collar for her to wear, or we could cut the bottom out of a margarine tub and use that instead. We had an empty "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" tub and so we cut the bottom out and slipped it over her head. From the front, she looked like a cat with a circular thing around her head. From the back, she looked like a cat body with a margarine head. We took to calling her ButterHead.
She looked so silly that we couldn't help giggling. She was hugely insulted by this. You could see it in the way she drooped and looked at us with those hurt eyes... Finally she gave in and you could sort of see it... the "well this is staying, so I may as well get on with my life" and she started to try to groom herself. Her first attempt at cleaning her shoulder resulted in her licking the margarine tub, so she decided to do her back feet instead. She stretched that right back leg forward, but it was hopelessly out of reach. She strained, her toes splayed, her tongue sticking out as far as it could, but it wasn't gonna happen. You could see the defeat in her eyes when she finally just hunched down and started to sulk.
She had the Butter Head for about a week, and during that time we somehow decided that she would look cute as a bunny. She was sort of bunny-like anyway, and we frequently referred to her as one. So I cut out some paper rabbit ears and we taped them onto the margarine tub so they stood up. She looked SO DARN CUTE that way. It would send us into hysterics every time we saw her.
She was very relieved when she finally got the darn thing off.
Pics of the Butter Head are here
Ding is possibly the world's sweetest cat. She is also, however, very very timid. We like to say that she is very fierce and ferocious, and very brave. I think it makes her feel better *wink*
Despite her extreme scaredy-cat nature, she is capable of overcoming it in the name of love. Her close buddy, Milo, had been spayed. Milo was very butch, and seemed to take great pride in acting tough and mean (but she really wasn't, it was all an act) and when she came home from the vet, she was not in a mood to be social. She hung out in a corner in the kitchen, so we put down a towel there for her and some water and food nearby and we tried to stay out of the kitchen. Every once in a while she would growl or make some noise.
Ding was extremely concerned. Milo was acting weird, and she smelled weird, and she was staying in the kitchen. Ding loved Milo very much, and she really REALLY wanted to see what was wrong with Milo (she probably wanted to give her head-bonks and groom her and make it all better, knowing her) but every time she went into the kitchen, Milo growled and hissed.
As I've said, Ding is easily frightened. We used to make jokes like "oh no! A dust bunny! Run, Ding, run!!" and you can well imagine what a hissing cat would do to her.
She ran away the first couple of times, but always went right back in after a minute or two. You could literally see the her building up the courage to face Milo. She was absolutely determined to find out what was wrong.
She went back into the kitchen, and Milo hissed. Ding flinched, but held her ground. Milo started to growl a warning, but Ding started to creep forward in extreme slow motion. Every time Milo hissed, Ding closed her eyes and flinched, but she kept creeping forward. She was obviously terrified, but she just had to see what was wrong with her friend. Cute as it was, we really needed Milo to have her privacy, so we picked Ding up and brought her back into the living room. We had to do this several times over the couple of days that Milo was recovering, because Ding was very persistant.
* * *
Ding was the next to get spayed. We had them spayed fairly close together, and in a hurry. Something quite disturbing had happened and we didn't want it to happen again. You see, they'd both gone into heat at the same time.
If you have ever experienced an indoor cat in heat, you know what a trial it is for the human residents. Yeowling was only part of it. There was also the very creepy attempted seduction. Having your sweet, innocent kitty back up into your leg, then look over her shoulder at you with that "do me now" look in her eye is just plain disturbing.
Then they discovered the joys of lesbian oral sex. They would lay on the couch in a 69 position and go at it. Again, these were my innocent babies, and I didn't want to see them like this!
One night we were in bed when we heard a really strange noise. Thud-rattle.....scrabble scrabble scrabble...thud. Over and over. I went into the living room to inspect, and what I found was nothing short of hilarious.
Ding was apparently scoping out the vast and hunk-filled world of Out Of The Door. Our front door had a grid of 6 small windows at the top, each surrounded by a thin frame of moulding. Ding was jumping up and grabbing onto that tiny ledge with her front paws (Thud, rattle) and peering out the window. Her back feet scrabbling against the door made the next sound. Slowly her strength would give out and she would strain to keep looking out the window as she steadily lost ground... then she would drop to the floor (thud!). She would do this over and over. She really wanted those hunky outdoor cats.
* * *
When Ding was spayed, she chewed off several of her stitches. We called the vet and they said that we could buy a $9 paper collar for her to wear, or we could cut the bottom out of a margarine tub and use that instead. We had an empty "I Can't Believe It's Not Butter" tub and so we cut the bottom out and slipped it over her head. From the front, she looked like a cat with a circular thing around her head. From the back, she looked like a cat body with a margarine head. We took to calling her ButterHead.
She looked so silly that we couldn't help giggling. She was hugely insulted by this. You could see it in the way she drooped and looked at us with those hurt eyes... Finally she gave in and you could sort of see it... the "well this is staying, so I may as well get on with my life" and she started to try to groom herself. Her first attempt at cleaning her shoulder resulted in her licking the margarine tub, so she decided to do her back feet instead. She stretched that right back leg forward, but it was hopelessly out of reach. She strained, her toes splayed, her tongue sticking out as far as it could, but it wasn't gonna happen. You could see the defeat in her eyes when she finally just hunched down and started to sulk.
She had the Butter Head for about a week, and during that time we somehow decided that she would look cute as a bunny. She was sort of bunny-like anyway, and we frequently referred to her as one. So I cut out some paper rabbit ears and we taped them onto the margarine tub so they stood up. She looked SO DARN CUTE that way. It would send us into hysterics every time we saw her.
She was very relieved when she finally got the darn thing off.
Pics of the Butter Head are here
