Some people won't learn

[mikadosok]

Here at our wee little humane society, I do feel like sometimes, I'm in the movie Groundhog Day. Without the ability to change things, get money, play with a groundhog or talk to whats his name who was in the movie. I feel this way because

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[miri_me]

... Do some people decide it's a good idea to get a cat on the sole basis that there are cute cat pics on the Interwebs and therefore cats must be awesome - you can dress them up and they sleep odd places, hahahahaha! And look how fuzzy and soft they are!!! With whiskers and little noses!!!! Must can haz!

My pair are a mother and daughter. They are downright soppy. They also generally get along really well (I don't know if they necessarily remember the familial relationship - they're about 10 and 11 now - but they have been together all Tabbie's life and the vast majority of Molly's). Apart from when the mother decides she's jealous of her daughter getting any attention, growls at her, smacks her down, etc. Or when her daughter decides to troll her by deliberately jumping in front of her and deliberately blocking doorways/windows.

They're cats. Molly doesn't see what's wrong with her curling up 2 inches from my laptop which I'm typing on, switching her tail over the keys, then growling and occasionally swatting at me because I'm in her personal space. (She is an odd cat though - if you tuck a blanket over her so only her head's sticking out, she'll generally decide she's super-happy and start smiling and stay like that for ages.) Tabbie's been playing a game for the past three months where she pretends she's scared of my husband (who is also a cat person, and I think is sometimes a little bit hurt that the tiny kitty curled up on me, happily purring as I stroke her for 30 mins, will then run away as soon as he reaches out to her). I know she's pretending because she forgets sometimes. And will often sleep on or within a foot of him when he's being still/asleep. She also likes hiding under the table and squeaking at me when I'm cooking, so I bend down and find her. She's just a very silly little stripy cat. Molly will go to him for attention if he's home nearly as often as me, and it's lovely watching her curled up on him, staring into his face with total adoration :-)

They're more likely to play tag together than proper hunting games; in the year I've had them and they've been allowed outside, they've brought home one kill apiece. They are also that bit older, and very snuggly in nature; I'd imagine that adopting a pair their age would be a little bit harder than if Tabbie was actually a kitten, rather than just kitten-sized.

They're lovely, I adore them, but I also appreciate they are very odd, quirky individuals who have claws and teeth, follow their own schedule, expect the world to order itself around them, and would think nothing of clawing me to pieces if I, say, want to put them in a cat carrier (or, having done this and driven them back to my house from their previous owner's (a good friend, who having acquired a dog from a deceased aunt, a small child, and was pregnant with her second, suffering with SPD, was going bonkers with two cats screaming at her for attention - or pooping on clean clothes to express dissatisfaction with the lack of it), during which journey Tabbie has pooped, peed, then rolled in the mess, take her into the shower because she's filthy and would make herself rather ill cleaning up that much mess). I've had a fine confetti of scabs on my arm from Tabbie happily kneading at me while I've been wearing a few thick layers - I appreciate it's a way of tenderising me showing affection, but that doesn't mean it's comfortable!