Rotten Cats are Good for Some Things
Hours of entertainment, for starters.
This week in particular, the Rotten Cats have been jumpy. I have no idea why. But every one of them has been startled to the point of either:
- the huge puffy tail effect,
- the levitate with all four feet off the floor at the same time effect, or
- the stop dead in your tracks because you got surprised by something in your way while playing Running Cats effect.
Sadly, no photo evidence is available. It all happens too quickly and then it’s gone.
It’s been quite some time since I dedicated an entire post to the Three Rotten Cats.
They aren’t terribly exciting lately. Particularly nervous and funny, yes. But exciting? No.
But I will say this about the Rotten Cats. They have become so unbelievably part of this family. They always have been, but somehow in the last few weeks they seem….closer to all of us. Weird? Perhaps. I guess what I’m trying to put into words is that they seem to have attached themselves even more to the people in the house, but also to the routine of the house. They just go with us.
Maybe they sense the stress we are all experiencing and that is putting them on edge.
Maybe they want something. Food, probably. Or a butt scratch. Or a head rub. Or fresh cold water.
Whatever it is, I’ll take it. They are part of what makes this house the home that it is – black tufts of fur on the carpet and all. And when the days are particularly stressful, it’s pretty nice to get a Rotten Cat head butt. A Rotten Cat on cold toes is a very happy thing. On a really lucky day, one on each foot is fantastic – kind of like living slippers. (OK, that’s weird.) Cats that mew back at Kidzilla when she says goodnight to them are pretty adorable, too. And if it weren’t for the one mewing at me that it’s bedtime (same time every night like clockwork), I would probably stay up entirely too late.
But please don’t tell the Rotten Cats that I said nice things about them. It will really tarnish my reputation as a cat hater reluctant cat owner.
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Hahaha! I read the entire Running Cats post and loved it! We had two cats growing up and I’m a huge cat person. Sadly Hubster is allergic (and actually I am to an extendt) and hates cats. I claim it’s because he’s never lived with one. So now I’m the creepy lady at anyone’s house who owns cats who will likely be in the corner playing with the kitties instead of socializing. Never let me come to your house…
See, I think you should come so you can play with the Rotten Cats and they can not flock around me for a few minutes. 😉 And yes, Running Cats is an extremely funny game.
So, they remind you to go to bed? I did not grow up with pets and only as a mom became a very reluctant bunny owner. Though I tried to resist, I have gotten sucked in by their sneaky little adorable ways. And I am often amazed by how in tuned to the routine they are.
Yes, they do. Well, Cat Three does. He is “my” cat more than any. He starts howling at me when he’s ready for me to go to bed. Oddly, it is the time I should go to bed if I’m wise. He will continue to howl until I obey. And all three have their little roles in the house and as part of our day, like you said. It really is kind of fascinating. 🙂 I’m coming over to your blog later to catch up – I have been so behind this week!
I need a bedtime mewer. Molly sighs dramatically when she’s tired of waiting for me to go upstairs so that she can sneak downstairs to the basement couch.
So Molly’s whole motivation is getting the couch to herself…nice. At least my nagging Rotten Cat joins me when he gets me up to bed. Tonight he’ll be very confused – I’m going up way early. I have to keep them on their rotten little toes. 🙂
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