Who are you and what have you done with my cat??

So, Puddin. The cat who I strongly suspect was not treated well in her last home. (So very sweet natured, but one resident at that den of iniquity told Padhi Girl that she was "mean sometimes" and I can't even imagine what you'd have to do to induce Puddin to be mean...) This cat. She is most emphatically not a lap cat. She will sleep on your feet as long as you are absolutely, entirely, reliably unconscious (especially if you are Padihi Boy, who she loves more than anyone else in the house, rather unnacountably since I've occasionally had to rescue her from him). She might allow you to pet her a bit, on special occasions.

This cat, I say. She was sitting in my spot on the couch. Which is a popular spot, but it's mine. And I wanted to sit there. So I did what I always do in that case, I picked her up, and sat down and set her on my lap while scratching her ears, just to, you know, let her know she could sit there if she wanted.

And she did. For twenty minutes. Purring. If I stopped the ear-scratching, she reminded me that I had, in fact, been scratching her ears and perhaps my attention had wandered? Usually she stands right up and jumps onto the floor.

Later, I had the laptop on my lap, in the same spot, and she jumped up and sat down alongside. It was like she was a real lap cat or something!

I'm almost afraid to mention it, for fear of jinxing it, but...could it be I'll have snuggly cat this winter??

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So, Scratch. The kids were making goofy sounds into the microphone all morning, and next thing I knew they were giggling like crazy. I got up, walked over to where they were, and...woah. It was a "who needs drugs" moment. With a soundtrack that could have come from a NMC concert. "It's a cat fight!" announces Paidhi Girl. The cats were spinning around, and the sounds were weird....not fight like, exactly, but it was, it turned out, an attempt to depict a lot of cats fighting.

An animation triumph--or a programming one--it is not. But it does have its own bizzare, hypnotic charm. Just, if you click the link, be sure your speakers or headphones aren't turned to far up.

Who are you and what have you done with my cat??

So, Puddin. The cat who I strongly suspect was not treated well in her last home. (So very sweet natured, but one resident at that den of iniquity told Padhi Girl that she was "mean sometimes" and I can't even imagine what you'd have to do to induce Puddin to be mean...) This cat. She is most emphatically not a lap cat. She will sleep on your feet as long as you are absolutely, entirely, reliably unconscious (especially if you are Padihi Boy, who she loves more than anyone else in the house, rather unnacountably since I've occasionally had to rescue her from him). She might allow you to pet her a bit, on special occasions.

This cat, I say. She was sitting in my spot on the couch. Which is a popular spot, but it's mine. And I wanted to sit there. So I did what I always do in that case, I picked her up, and sat down and set her on my lap while scratching her ears, just to, you know, let her know she could sit there if she wanted.

And she did. For twenty minutes. Purring. If I stopped the ear-scratching, she reminded me that I had, in fact, been scratching her ears and perhaps my attention had wandered? Usually she stands right up and jumps onto the floor.

Later, I had the laptop on my lap, in the same spot, and she jumped up and sat down alongside. It was like she was a real lap cat or something!

I'm almost afraid to mention it, for fear of jinxing it, but...could it be I'll have snuggly cat this winter??

****

So, Scratch. The kids were making goofy sounds into the microphone all morning, and next thing I knew they were giggling like crazy. I got up, walked over to where they were, and...woah. It was a "who needs drugs" moment. With a soundtrack that could have come from a NMC concert. "It's a cat fight!" announces Paidhi Girl. The cats were spinning around, and the sounds were weird....not fight like, exactly, but it was, it turned out, an attempt to depict a lot of cats fighting.

An animation triumph--or a programming one--it is not. But it does have its own bizzare, hypnotic charm. Just, if you click the link, be sure your speakers or headphones aren't turned to far up.