Friday, January 23, 2015
The joys of coming home to a cat
Our cat, Kili, was overjoyed when Miss D. and I arrived home on Wednesday afternoon. She was drooling with happiness, purring, rubbing herself all over us - very touching (you should pardon the expression).
Then the fun started.
You see, she'd been deprived of playing with us for a week, and our main function in life is to keep her entertained. (According to her, anyway.) So, almost as soon as we'd caught our breath, she was belly-trapping us all over the house. "See me flop on my back! See me expose my cute fluffy belly to your fingers! I double dare you to try to scratch it!" Followed, of course, by murder and mayhem, kitty style, when we did so.
Last night, she decided that having allowed us one good night's sleep on Wednesday, now it was her turn. She paraded up and down the length of each of us several times, kneading away with her paws, purring loudly. When we protested sleepily and brushed her off, she'd wait a few minutes, decide that we hadn't really meant it, and come back for more. Her favorite sleeping place is against my calves, so when I rolled over she'd mutter indignantly to herself and try to stick a claw in me to make me hold still (which usually has the opposite effect). Last night she was in fine form, managing to get at my toes under the edge of the comforter on two separate occasions. It's a hell of a thing to wake up with a claw in your big toe!
This morning she's been quite relaxed. She clearly worked off most of her excess energy last night. Now, if only we weren't so tired . . .