Pillow Games

Anyone who has ever lived with a cat knows just how odd they can be.  They develop odd quirks like the need to eat cornbread or play with carrots, then, just as suddenly, they are SO OVER THAT! Lately my boys have been playing what I call the Pillow Games. Each one has decided that this one particular pillow is THE place to sleep. But only at night. And Fuzzy George only wants the pillow if Sneakers had it first. Because cats.

It all started a month ago. I have a blanket that folds into a pillow (What will they think of next!). I decided I was  tired of the blanket and folded it into a pillow for easier storage. I  then made the mistake of leaving it on my bed. Sneakers found it and decided it was his pillow. I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised, as it is one of his favorite blankets.

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This is the pillow that has caused all the trouble. I suppose it was inevitable, it shows the fur SO WELL!

For weeks Sneakers would curl up on this pillow at night and Fuzzy George would curl up on the bed next to the pillow. Fuzzy George would put his paws on the pillow, or maybe rest the side of his head on the pillow.

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Sneakers likes the pillow any time of day or night.

Then one night Fuzzy George got bold. He sat on the pillow first. I have never seen him so proud of himself. Of course, being the ADHD type cat that he is, he didn’t stay there long. But he was so proud!

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Fuzzy George was so proud of himself! Sneakers, in the background, says he could have had the pillow if he didn’t have to wait for kibbles.

Since then they have taken turns sleeping on the pillow. I get the impression Fuzzy George thinks he is being sly when he gets on the pillow, even though he never stays. He gets on the pillow, sits there for a few minutes, then gets off. Sneakers then hops on and goes to sleep.

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Getting ready to go to bed. He slept with his paws and his cheek on the pillow, until he got distracted by something more interesting.

 

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“Look! I got the pillow!” He was so proud of himself.

Within the last few days the Pillow Games have lost their luster. The cats aren’t nearly as interested as they used to be. Maybe it’s not as new or exciting anymore, I’m not sure. I am sure that, like all cats, they will cycle back around to the Pillow Games.

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His majesty knows he belongs on the pillow, and would request you please stop bothering him!

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Sunday Selfie: One Year Adopt-aversary 

Happy Sunday everyone.

Yesterday was Fuzzy George’s one year adopt-aversary . One year ago yesterday he became an official member of my family. It snuck up on me, so I didn’t have anything prepared. In fact,  I only remembered because it popped up in my Facebook memories. (At least Facebook is useful for something). I was getting ready to go camping, actually, so I gave him a little kiss on the nose and marveled at the fact that it has been a year. He has come such a long way in the past year. Such a long way that it actually feels like it has been much more than a year.

It doesn’t always feel like it has been a good “longer than a year.”  It is hard to believe we have crammed so much stress, change and drama in to a single year. But, for better or worse, we have. Thankfully life (in this department anyway) has mostly calmed down.  This cat still likes to try biting me when I pet him. And he turns into a Berserker when you try clipping his nails. He has also developed the annoying habit of gently biting my feet/legs if they are someplace he wants to be sitting. (This cat is far, far too smart for his own good.  But he doesn’t attack unprovoked. He doesn’t stalk feet, and he doesn’t really bite anyone other than me. So, I would say that we are in a really good place. Much better than we were last year.

In celebration of his one year adopt-aversary, I have decided to make him the lucky subject of Selfie Sunday.

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They can’t all be good photos.

This is what I saw the other day when I was covering him in kisses. If he is in a good mood, and I sneak up on him, sometimes I can sneak a few kisses on the top of his head and his nose. He actually really enjoys it. Apparently he was not having it on Friday.  Which is sad, because it was really helping me unwind. While that tongue is the cutest thing in the world, it is also dangerous. When you see that tongue come out, it means overstimulated Georgie Time. So back off or risk getting shredded. I backed off.  But not before getting this awesome shot.

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New Friends

Fuzzy George and Sneakers have a new friend or two.  They love to sit in the window and watch their new friends. In fact Fuzzy George wants nothing more than to go outside and play with his new friends, though somehow I don’t think the feeling is mutual.  Honestly, I don’t know if they even realize that Sneakers and Fuzzy George exist. See they are squirrels, and they have been busily stuffing their bellies full of seeds from my tree.

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Super blurry, but I think the squirrel is clear in the middle of the picture.

I’ve decided to name the new friends Bip and Bop (named after the Mutts comic strip characters) are frequent visitors around here the last few weeks.  Apparently my tree has some really good seeds this year, and the squirrels are going all out trying to stock up on the good stuff before summer ends.

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Fuzzy George takes every opportunity to watch for Bip and Bop. Their favorite branches are right in front of my bedroom window, so they get nice and close for the cats to see. While his favorite spot is looking out my bedroom window, he also enjoys looking out the picture window at them. He has been known to stare up at them while they bounce between branches. He moves from one side of the window to the other with them. He also likes to take every opportunity to look out the front door to check for squirrels in the yard.

Sneakers enjoys the squirrels, but not nearly as much as FG. Sneakers is much more interested in the giant bugs that keep landing on the windowsills around here. Now THAT is interesting.

Watching the squirrels, and watching the cats watch the squirrels has been a welcome break from reality. It has been a stressful, heavy summer for me. Watching the squirrels pick the trees clean of seeds with a quiet determination has been calming. Listening to them rustle in the trees, and watching them jump between branches has been calming. Of course having free entertainment for the cats has been great. Watching Fuzzy George’s hunter instincts kick, and watching Sneakers not kick in, has been so fun. But most of all, just taking the few minutes from the stress of life to recenter is great.