Well, I am a completely frustrated blogger today. Not only can I not upload any original photos because my camera is on the blink, I can't seem to be able to save any pictures from the Internet now, either. So, no photos of any kind today. And I have much to show you!
Instead, I've decided to whine about my cat, Sunny. Sunny is a long-hair, orange tabby. I got him from my friend, Teri, over at Joyful Liberation (see the side-bar, because now my linky-thing isn't working - aargh!). He was a cute kitten, just one big ball of fur with the longest and most lethal claws I've ever seen on a cat. Consequently, he wasn't real cuddly, but he was always hanging from something...Couldn't wait until he hit three months when I could de-claw the little guy, because he was most often hanging from my new-ish couch (growl!). Having him fixed at about 6 months, calmed him down quite a bit, too. Nevertheless, he has remained a highly idiosyncratic pussycat.
Sunny does not like to be held. In other words, you may not go over and pick him up or he will hiss. However, if you are sitting somewhere comfy and he is in a mood for society, he will flop on you for as long as he wants, but you better not get up. This ticks him off and he will either hiss, or meow this gutteral kind of meow-y sound that lets you know that you have really ticked him off.
He wants his food RIGHT NOW. He doesn't politely plead, like his soulmate, Timmy. He roars and tries to trip you as you go down the hall to fill his bowl. Sunny's motto is "the squeaky wheel gets fixed" and also "the squeaky wheel that tries to trip and run you over gets fixed even faster!"
Sunny is usually up for a good time and that means he wants to bat around his catnip mouse. He once leapt over the upstairs railing practically to his death to retrieve it when it "jumped" from his paws one day. Or,...he will try to open the kitchen drawer which houses the aluminum foil. Why? You may ask. Because it houses ALUMINUM FOIL! He loves the stuff and he knows I usually keep clean, used sheets in there. He will pull these out with his mouth and pounce on and work with them until he gets them into a ball, which he then bats around the house. He has almost commit suicide leaping after these things, too.
Although he doesn't like to be held, per se, Sunny does not like to be alone. He meows loudly when we leave. Then, he meows loudly when we return. And then, he tries to trip me when I go up the stairs to the main floor. He doesn't like to go to sleep without a warm body next to him. So, he wants me to go to bed when he does. He just isn't comfy until I am lying down. But then, he does not remain asleep, for he awakes on the average every two hours throughout the night and demands to be petted. When I throw the covers over my head, this only encourages him. He comes up to my head and pounds on it with his paw until I, drunk with fatigue, make feeble attempts to rub the little devil. If I give up too soon, he starts pouding again.
Toss him out of the room, you say? Oh, you naive! Because then he puts his paws under the door and bangs it in its frame until I completely give up and let the little X#$%& in, when the whole process begins again.
So, why am I whining in particular today? Because after going to bed after midnight last night, acting as wifely counselor/secretary to my husband, I went to bed to the above scenario. I was pestered all night long!
But don't tell me to give Sunny away, because I would miss his exasperating, devilish, irritating little self. Whether I like to admit it or not, the little guy amuses me and, when in bed he flops down on my shoulder like he owns the place, my heart melts and that is what has kept me from murdering the little monster!!!!!!!!!