Oh, where are the cats of yore, those aloof, independent creatures who disdained we mere mortals unless it was dinner time, and who were happy to accept a few scritches before they had enough and left to find a nice, solitary napping place?
We and our daughter have welcomed an entirely different breed of cat into our respective homes over the last year. I call these the needy cats, and they are interesting to live with. Daughter tells me that her cat, almost 9 months old, is either on top of her or following her around her apartment. She wants to play with daughter all night, hence kitten’s banishment from the bedroom so daughter can sleep.
We adopted a 5 month old rescue kitten in October. Her name is Millie and she believes that the best place to be is right by our side. She loves to sit on the counter and watch us wash dishes. She wants to supervise when we cook. Any food we eat must be hers, too. We have tried to dissuade her jumping and intrusiveness with water from a squirt bottle, but that backfired. She really likes water. She hurls her body against the closed bathroom door so it opens, and jumps in the tub even if the faucet is turned on. Wherever I sit, she plops herself in my lap, demanding to be petted. At night I am awakened by her gently patting my cheeks with her paws.
Given the tufts of hair between her toes, the tufts of hair in her ears, and her extremely long and very fluffy, luxurious tail, we think she may be part Maine Coon. Perhaps that could account for her personality.
This is also the first time we have cats without having terriers, too. The terriers did pretty well with the cats (as well as any terrier can do with creatures they consider vermin). The dogs would pursue and bark if the cats were too active or jumped on the table or counters. Maybe the dogs squelched the cats’ full expression of their personalities. All our new cats are rescue cats. Perhaps they are just so grateful to us that they can’t stop thanking us.
The header photo is of Millie in the bathroom sink. The other photo is a head shot of Millie after we caught her with her face in the cream cheese. She provides lots of photo opportunities and topics for conversation, which are somewhat redeeming qualities.
What kind of personalities have your animals had?