“Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That’s the problem.” ― A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh
Both of our cats love water so in the horrible heat recently we decided to see what they thought of the shower. Both loved it! It of course ended in a cat fight but let’s be honest when does exploring with siblings not?!
“I have studied many philosophers and many cats. The wisdom of cats is infinitely superior.” ― Hippolyte Taine
Our lovely not so little kitties have reached twelve months of age. So being the responsible pet owners were are, the time came for us to take them to the vet for a checkup. I made appointments for our two little cherubs and arranged a double appointment for our beloved Zelda. Giving them very clear warnings about her claws, extreme distaste for being touched or handled in any way and positive terror of strangers.
We got the travel cages out, left them on the ground for them to get used to the idea of and the time came, Dave picked up Mr Bertie without a fuss, put him and and he sat very happily surrounded by his comfy blankets and his ‘comfort toy’ (strange cat).
Then came the moment we had been dreading… Trying to get Zelda into the travel cage… As much as she loves us both now, hands are still viewed as evil. Since she is overall much easier for me to handle than Dave, again goodness knows why (or in this case only one crazy cat knows why), the person with the least experience with cats had a go at capturing and terrified kitty. I gave her some food, she rubbed against my legs, she let me crouch down and she rubbed against my hands. The second I tried to pick her up she freaked riiiiiight out. Ran around like a mad thing. In the end Dave had to try using a sheet to catch her.
All to no avail. In the end she was going to hurt herself she was so worked up. So Zelda decided to stay home and Bertie went to the vet alone.
Bertie was the cutest little guy, very happy as long as either of us were touching him too and when he started to stress on the way home, I climbed into the backseat and did a naughty, just opened the cage door and he crawled onto my lap and became so contented he was purring like a chainsaw! lol.
Who said siblings were alike?!
After we got home, Zelda did this herself half an hour later…..
For this post I attempted to think of some of the odd things our cats get up to. However, upon reflection their list of strange and marvelous (or not so marvelous) behaviours was so long I simply could not narrow it down. So here it is… A list of some of the bizarre habits of our Siberian cats.
Water Obsession Everything you read about Siberians warns you about their interest in water. You know the common belief that ALL cats dislike water…. Well that is as true as the belief that the world is flat! There are in fact a handful of breeds who dispel that notion. Siberians among them. Now what that means for a common Siberian owner is this:
– Bertie, will only drink his water, if his front two paws are in his water bowl. Then when he finishes, shakes them off, spraying water all over the room.
– If you have an emergency, such as flooding the Kitchen (don’t ask) you will have your cats in Heaven. Bertie walked along, splashing with every step, running up and down the room. Zelda lays down in it, dunking her head then rubbing up all along your legs…. Before deciding she is not nearly wet enough and rolling around in it again before repeating.
– If your cats ever become unimpressed and ‘hit’ you, chances are those paws are sopping wet….
No one warned me about this… Our cats both have a massive bread fetish. We actually have to hide it. In the microwave is the best spot. Otherwise the little fiends will chew through the entire plastic wrappings and gnaw on the bread together… It can’t be good for them I swear!They also loooove the smell of beer. When the man has a beer they run straight over and just madly want to sniff it… No cats… You cannot drink the beer… Oh dear! Perhaps it is the smell of the yeast they adore, not just bread specifically.
Comfort toy This one is hilarious. It began when we kept finding this simple pink ball in the cats water bowl. We continually dried it out and put it back into the lounge/cats play room. It continued going back in it for weeks. Eventually they appeared to learn, that made it all soggy and they lost it for a time, so it began appearing instead in their dry food bowl.Now comes the amusing point. Bertie tends to ignore his dry food. We tried to get him to eat it to no avail. Then I discovered a ridiculous habit… He quite literally uses the ball as a ‘comfort toy’. He will put the ball in the food bowl and only then will he eat his dry food. He drops it in an happy eats half a bowl.
Attacking the Buddha You know the age old cat swipe, knocking things off, investigating can it eat you… Etc. Well ours only do this either to us… See the next point. Or to one very special item. Now neither my husband nor I are Buddhists. However, on our honeymoon we were given a little gold Buddha and my husband absolutely loves it. It sits in pride of place in front of our TV in our living room.Literally, the only thing that our cats swipe off surfaces, is the Buddha. They sit there, eyeing it off. The hubby gets grumpy at them, tells them not to dare, and in a single swipe it is on the floor and I am in stitches laughing.This has extended so that they hide behind the TV and you just see a paw stretch out underneath the swipe it off the table.
I think they severely disapprove of it’s location!
Hitting the humans One of our cats is quite timid. Zelda dislikes being held and gets scared quite quickly, however she will wind herself around your feet and ‘hit’ you when she wants attention. As an example, one day… A long time ago…. In a far away land (or more accurately my living room) the hubby was sleeping on the couch after night shift. Now he carelessly left one foot out of the blankets, clearly to torment the cat, or so she apparently thought. She sat next to his foot, watching it avidly for quite a period of time… Just watching… Then she batted, literally just touching it really gently…. He likely wouldn’t even feel it. She batted, once, twice, three times… paused… then THUMP. Wacked his foot with all her strength and he woke in a great big fright. Being the lovely supportive wife I am, I laughed hysterically!This is not an uncommon occurrence with her. If you cross your legs when you sit, that foot just dangling is simply too much for her and you will eventually get the soft, bat bat bat then THUMP!I should note here, that this is also the cat who generally has wet paws, so those bats and thump, are very wet and soggy… Simply delightful!
Obsession with the dragon Now I would have thought the cats would be fascinated by the snake. Nah, it is entirely boring they tell me. She ignores them so they ignore her. Literally they utterly ignore the enclosure at all times. The lizard however, is the most exciting thing on earth!The hubby believes they think he is a small hairless cat that is stuck in a box. It certainly rings true… Especially since Daeny teases them. He scratches in his cage, knowing they will them come running, which they both do instantly; then he will run off and hide in his cage. They go mental running up and down the front, sitting on top of the glass lid and scratching to get in, and he eventually puts them out of their misery and runs back to the front and scratches at the glass too… This can go on for a loooooong time!
Chewing EVERYTHING Now, I am a long time dog owner. These being my first cats I have ever owned, so when looking up on the breed, when people said they are “the most dog-like of the cat breeds” I saw this as a real plus. Thinking in my little bubble of perfectness they would have the adoration of humans, affectionate natures, playfulness and comedic behaviours like a dog alongside the independence, toileting habits, non-destructive and clean behaviours of cats. Well you know those moments of life where you wake up and realise your little bubble was WAY off the mark! They are positively lovely, some of those points were there, but one dog behaviour I could definitely do without was most decidedly transferred… These cats chew…. EVERYTHING!You don’t believe me? Well their first full day with us, they ate an entire toy mouse… Including the bell inside it’s stomach! We assumed this was a once off and took away all the other toys that were similar. No…. Also mouse toys without the bell… All gone. Very quickly may I add! Also, boxes…. ANY TYPE OF BOXES….. torn to pieces, chewed all over. Their kitty litter bag, tore the whole outside layer off and chewed it all over the room. Their food bag, bear in mind, they didn’t eat the food, just chewed their way into the bag then gave up and moved on happily. One even tried chewing our lovely 60 inch TV last night! That went down well… NOT! Oh also, this is a favourite of the hubby (not), cables… particularly laptop ones, phone chargers, ones with the Velcro strips on them to roll them up. Finally, my favourite… each others fur…. really you ask? Yes… They literally chew on each others fur when play fighting, they don’t eat it, it just comes out in wads (they are triple coated so its just the fur that would shed anyway) but then ends up allllll over our floor in clumps.Also as a side note, as I am writing this, one is inside the cat tunnel and the other is outside, chewing on the material trying to eat the other cats paw as she claws it from inside… Oh dear!
Now this is just a beginning. There are a great many more. Characters our cats most certainly are!