Well, it took. Snag took to Jeri, made her his best friend, and helped me raise this tiny ball of fur into full female adult cathood. These two were the best of friends, played together, and sat together. Apparently she was separated from her mom a bit before she got out of cat babyhood, so he even allowed her to nurse on him for a time. It was so sweet to see these two get along so well. I never saw them together by putting them next to each other. Times without number they had put themselves side by side, on a cushion, windowsill or bed. A cat can never wash his own neck, so BONG; they nailed each other’s head to the floor with one paw and washed each other’s neck. Ultimate trust they had that the other would be gentle and not hurt. It was just so funny to watch one of them put a paw on the back of the neck and push it down-“get down, stupid, so I can do your neck!” Has to be seen to be appreciated. Gray tabby, orange tabby, these two loved each other. Once, when I had to declaw Jeri, she came home with bandage tape she was able to bite at. She was trying so hard to get her bandage off; so I had to deal with that. I had her on a desk, and I was putting package-sealing tape over the bandage. SnagglePuss heard her crying up there, and jumped at my back with his paws, to let me know he did not like me making her cry like that! The tape held though, and I heard her put a high-speed shake on the paw many a time through the night, trying to shake it off! Next day the vet decided to keep her an extra day to observe the healing. He ended up not charging for it, because he thought the tape was so ingenious!
Cats have nine lives, we all know, and somewhere in this world is an elected official who once had a life as my cat. SnagglePuss would go to his food bowl, take out a bit of food onto the floor, and eat most of it there. Feeling guilty for making a mess, he tried to paw the remaining portions of it under the plastic mat under the bowl. For his efforts at sweeping under the mat, I know there’s a district attorney who needs to watch this guy. But y’all vote for SnagglePuss-He’s good for the gig!
I let my dirty clothes pile up in the shell of a cardboard file cabinet. When the clothes get near the top, or I run out of something I need clean, the dirty duds get washed. Well, you just know a cat’s going to park on this nice, soft area. Too tempting not to. Jeri jumped unto what she thought was going to be the site her next siesta, but lo, it was empty- and Jeri hit bottom-plunk. An itty-bitty kitty was crying about the hard landing she had in the bottom of a box, and could somebody please help her out? Of course her servant-human was there to do the honors. After laundry was done, and my now clean duds were back in drawers, she did it again. I laughed so hard; I couldn’t bring myself to scoop her out. She would just have to develop her leg muscles. She did.
Any cat person can tell you, cats are low maintenance pets. Need to feed them? Set out a bowl; let em get it when they’re ready. Exhaust? Keep a litter box handy, keep the litter clean, tho, or you’ll find cat stools in your dark storage places. Got a date, going out of town to a game? “Have a nice time, dad, we’ll take care of ourselves”. On longer trips I had someone come in and keep food and water bowls up to level. I then wrote a letter to the person feeding in the voice of the cat. I always had neighbors or other friends telling me they had never gotten a note from a cat before. “First time for everything”, I said. I come home, no noisy welcome. “Oh, you home? Hey the litter box stinks. You don’t expect a self-respecting feline to stick a paw in THAT, do you?” Just now, Jeri’s sitting atop a stool my grandfather once used-“you’re writin something NICE, I hope” This growled low, with the usual condescending look at me. Cats know how to keep their people in their place. Dogs have owners, cats have staff.