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Cat Forum / General Topics / December 2007Cat has a sence of humor
She meows until I wake up, then she plays hide and seek until I find her, then she's a happy cat until I sleep for more than four hours when she does it all over again. I'm tired. Talking to her doesn't help. Any suggestions? Alonzo  SignaturePosted via a free Usenet account from http://www.teranews.com > She meows until I wake up, then she plays hide and seek > until I find her, then she's a happy cat until I sleep for [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > > Alonzo Well, in my case. I'd just learn to wake up every 4 hours, and then go back to sleep when play time is over, but then at my age, I wake up more often than that anyway...... "Alonzo Dean Cole" <no.spam@dot.net> wrote in message > She meows until I wake up, then she plays hide and seek > until I find her, then she's a happy cat until I sleep for > more than four hours when she does it all over again. I used to close the door to keep my Deetoo out of that the bedroom because she liked to make a mess of the paperwork on my desk, however recently I started letting her in at night. On Monday when I woke laying flat on my back, I found Deetoo sitting on my chest purring with her nose all of 1/2" away from my nose. It was a big cat face staring at me. I burst out laughing and she ran away, but it was a nice easy way to wake up quickly. > On Monday when I woke laying flat on my > back, I found Deetoo sitting on my chest purring with her nose all of 1/2" > away from my nose. It was a big cat face staring at me. I burst out laughing > and she ran away, but it was a nice easy way to wake up quickly. When I'm sleeping and Mama wants to go out, she starts off with a barely audible "mur", then increases in volume until it's a "meeeeeow". She's like one of those progressive alarm clock beepers. Then when she wants to come in again, she claws on the screens in the door.....as it sounds; "pop, pop, pop, pop pop pop". I tried to let Isis have the run of the house and my bedroom at night but this did not work out. She is a massive bed hog who sleeps on more than her half of the bed thus forcing me into pretzelly twisty shapes. I tried putting her on her side of the bed about two dozen times and finally realized this match was not made in heaven. We have reached an understanding of sorts. At night I put her in my downstairs bathroom with her kitty nest, litter box, and food and water. It is a nice warm place. Lately, however, when I go to evict her from her couch at night she is hissing at me and even takes a slug or two with her super sharp razor claws. I am not dissuaded. I require sleep. Aside from the nightly indignity of not getting what she wants she owns this friggin' house and everything in it. I do not feel guilty. Mike in Illinois > She meows until I wake up, then she plays hide and seek > until I find her, then she's a happy cat until I sleep for [quoted text clipped - 5 lines] > > Alonzo "Mike" <nospam@dot.com> wrote in message > at night she is hissing at me and even takes a slug or two with her super > sharp razor claws. I am not dissuaded. I require sleep. Can't you trim her claws? About once a month, I know it's time to trim my Deetoo's claws because they start getting caught in my clothing and other stuff like the blanket on my bed. It's a little bit of a wrestling match, but I wrap her head and body up in a large towel and then extract one paw at a time for claw trimming. She gives usually gives me that warning whine when I do this, but it's all over in five minutes and five minutes after that she's back for some cheek scratching and belly rubbing. "Can't you trim her claws?" There are certain jobs like handling nuclear waste or bomb disposal that I think are best left to the professionals. About once every three months I take her to Amy's Grooming. She gets a bath, a little hair trim, and nails clipped. Two hours later I pick up a mildly unhappy cat who smells just as fresh as a field of daisies and is soft as down. I can tell when it's time for The Ordeal at Amy's when I see little bits of hair all over the place and I hear her nails go clippity-clip on the wooden floors. She's quite happy for weeks on end after a nice bath 'n clip! > but I wrap her head and body up in a large towel and then extract one paw > at > a time for claw trimming. If I tried this I'd have long deep bloody cuts on my hands.The gal at Amy's uses a harness and other shock and awe techniques. Plus they put a little bandana on Her Majesty and before you know it all's well again! Mike in Illinois > "Mike" <nospam@dot.com> wrote in message >> at night she is hissing at me and even takes a slug or two with her super [quoted text clipped - 9 lines] > I do this, but it's all over in five minutes and five minutes after that > she's back for some cheek scratching and belly rubbing. "Mike" <nospam@dot.com> wrote in message > If I tried this I'd have long deep bloody cuts on my hands.The gal at Amy's > uses a harness and other shock and awe techniques. Plus they put a little > bandana on Her Majesty and before you know it all's well again! I guess it depends on what temperament a cat has. My Deetoo is the least aggressive cat I've ever had except when she wants some attention and then she's walking all over me. But other than those times, it's roses all the way. When we wrestle, it's usually me that initiates it and after she gets that wild look in her eyes, it's a few minutes of attack and quick retreat by me and then she runs off. Wrestling with a cat takes a lot of manly courage, don't you think? When I start poking around in her soft stomach area I'm playing with rattlesnakes. Sometimes it's fine but you know in .1 seconds they can move into that front paw grab rear feet high speed shredder maneuver which can decimate flesh faster than greased lightning. And you can't get your hand outta the shredder. The more you try the worse it gets. Mike in Illinois > "Mike" <nospam@dot.com> wrote in message >> If I tried this I'd have long deep bloody cuts on my hands.The gal at [quoted text clipped - 8 lines] > that wild look in her eyes, it's a few minutes of attack and quick retreat > by me and then she runs off. "Mike" <nospam@dot.com> wrote in message > Wrestling with a cat takes a lot of manly courage, don't you think? When I > start poking around in her soft stomach area I'm playing with rattlesnakes. > Sometimes it's fine but you know in .1 seconds they can move into that front > paw grab rear feet high speed shredder maneuver which can decimate flesh > faster than greased lightning. And you can't get your hand outta the > shredder. The more you try the worse it gets. Maybe my Deetoo doesn't wrestle the way other cats do. I keep her front nails trimmed and they're the ones that get sharp. Her rear nails aren't near that sharp at all and although she does the shredder manoeuvre with them, it usually lasts only two or three revolutions and rarely results in broken skin. When she bites at my hand, I let her do it to the back of my hand and all she can do is drag her teeth across the flat surface, there really isn't any part small enough for her to chomp down on. About the only thing I have to watch for is my fingers getting crunched by her rear teeth, that's where all the power is. I remember just after I got her at six months, she was really into the grab and attack mode. While it sometimes hurt, I'd be laughing hysterically and attacking her back. Maybe I'm a masochist or something, but it's gotten to the point that I usually I have to initiate the attacking to get her to respond. > I can tell when it's time for The Ordeal at Amy's when I see little bits of > hair all over the place and I hear her nails go clippity-clip on the wooden > floors. Yep. Big Mama's claws do the clip-clip thing on my kitchen vinyl floor... reminds me of the sound of womens high heels. Her claws have never been clipped, and she grooms them herself... into the sharpest claws I've ever had the misfortune of feeling. Needless to say; play time can be very risky, and requires great care to make sure she knows it's "just play". Sometimes Isis and I play "Run For Your Life". She sits in a doorway and eyeballs me. I start creeping up on her and BANG the chase is on. She doesn't have the endurance she used to have but she high tails up the stairs pretty darn fast. Mike in Illinois >> I can tell when it's time for The Ordeal at Amy's when I see little bits >> of [quoted text clipped - 11 lines] > Needless to say; play time can be very risky, and requires great care > to make sure she knows it's "just play". "Mike" <nospam@dot.com> wrote in message > Sometimes Isis and I play "Run For Your Life". She sits in a doorway and > eyeballs me. I start creeping up on her and BANG the chase is on. She > doesn't have the endurance she used to have but she high tails up the stairs > pretty darn fast. I play the surprise game with Deetoo. She tries to sneak up on me when I'm in the kitchen and there's just enough light for me to see her shadow approaching so I'm always ready for her. Just as she pokes an eyeball around the corner of the doorway, I shout 'gotch' at her. She does a double reverse backflip and runs away. I'm waiting for her two minutes later when she tries again. This can go on a half dozen times before one of us gives up. Our latest game is static wars. It's winter time and even stroking her builds up static. She touches my finger with her nose and gets a static jolt and then nips at my finger in response. I stroke her again, build up another static charge and we do it again. She keeps coming back for that zap of electricity for about five minutes. I have too much humidity here to play static wars but it sounds like fun. In the old days Isis and I liked to play "Is There Anyone Around That Corner?" I would get down on the ground, hidden behind a corner, and wait and wait. Sometimes I would wait for 15 minutes. She would sit at the end of the kitchen watching. I might open and close a drawer to an office cabinet or pretend to talk on the phone to convince her it was safe to walk by. Hee hee. After a nice long time I'd see her shadow reflected off some baseboard trim. When she s l o w l y approached the corner and started to enter the room BAM I'D POUNCE! She'd do a full reverse with her front paws and a 180 and run like crazy for cover. Now that she's about 10 that high anxiety game has lost its magic. One of her favorite things now is when I'm petting her I push one of her rear legs up so her back paw is almost to her spine. She seems to get a lot of peace and happiness from that. Or I might put my hand on both rear paws and push both legs back. I think what cats think is fun is just weird. Mike in Illinois > "Mike" <nospam@dot.com> wrote in message >> Sometimes Isis and I play "Run For Your Life". She sits in a doorway and [quoted text clipped - 20 lines] > static charge and we do it again. She keeps coming back for that zap of > electricity for about five minutes.
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