|I haz a fort.|
This is my cat Weeble. She got this name because, as a kitten, she couldn't walk a straight line. She was like a DUI sobriety test taken on St. Patty's day. My Weeble wobbled, and go this way and that, but she never fell down.
She, like most cats, is a handful. But I'd like to think she's a bit more unique than your average feline.
Well, there's precocious, and then there's Weebs. She was once a cute little thing...
I'm not sure where she picked it up, but she chirps a lot. It sounds more like a squeak, or SQUEEEE when she's really being playful. Hence the nickname.
Jump up onto the bed: Squeee!
Off the bed: Squeee!
You pet her: Squeee!
You ignore her: Squeee!
Not meow. Squeee. Very distinct difference. She meows now and then, but that's not how she talks. It's always squeee-this and squeee-that.
Get the point?
She is also oddly obsessed with wet hair. Particularly my girlfriend's wet hair. I don't know why, but if she can get into it, she will purr, claw, bite, and get wrapped up in wet hair.
|OM NOM NOM!|
Like most cats, she thinks everything is for her. When we're cooking, it's automatically for her.
|I'll take some tuna in a white-wine reduction, if you don't mind...|
When I had the boys over for Christmas in 2009, all the toys were meant for her amusement as well. Her favorite were the old-timey Slot-Car racers...
|I smell bacon...|
Well, Idaho is not California. She had about as much fun acclimating to the weather change as I did...
|This is her first experience with snow. I took her outside, and she was back inside, looking out the window and saying "WTF IS THAT??" in a matter of seconds.|
Paw paw paw.... SQUEEE!!!
|IT'S COOOLD OUT THERE!!!1!|
After she warms up, she's fine. She wants back out...
Paw paw paw.... SQUEEE!!!
If we let her get away with it, she will do this ALL DAY.
She also demands our blinds be open from dawn til dusk. She paws at the blinds, and even tries to pull down the cord herself if I slack off.
Overall, she's a pretty adventurous cat. But she was confronted by the local cat-gang in the neighborhood, and everything changed....
They think they own the neighborhood, including my yard. I don't think so. I try to keep them away as much as possible, but when they're outside, Weeb won't go and explore. They never tried to pick a fight, but I think the glaring got their point across...
I'm still not sure if they're strays, or belong to neighbors, but come spring I'm putting in a cat door. I'll probably have to do one of the types that has the censor on the collar, so only she can get in instead of the whole gang... We'll see.
Meanwhile, if you need Weeble, she'll be lounging around in her favorite spot. My girlfriend's underwear drawer.
|I especially like that buzzy thing that massages me!|