The Cat

My blog is titled 'The cat is under the bed' for a very good reason. I was trying to come up with something obscure.

It came from the fact that when I moved down here and worked upstairs at home during the day Boots would pretty much hide under our bed in our bedroom all day long until Court got home. I don't know if he was scared of me, or if he normally did that while Court was gone, or what. But he'd be under there all day.

Now, that might not seem as such a bad thing. Thing is, he'd also run under the bed after doing something that pissed me off. And even though I could still get at him by moving the bed it was still a huge pain in the ass. I finally decided that in order to have him get used to having me around the house and home all during the day that I'd close the bedroom doors after I got up so he couldn't get under the bed.

Every morning when I wake up he's laying in the director's chair we have in the living room. It's pretty much his chair since nobody ever sits in it. One thing I've discovered about cats is that they like to be as high as they can so they can look down on what's happening. (kind of appropriate since that's their attitude) He really likes to be perched on the over-hang on our second level that looks down on our first-floor living room.

Anyway, we've had our ups and downs. It sounds funny to say it like that, but it's true. For a while I would instantly react whenever he did something that bothered me, like when he'd hiss or swat. Sometimes he do it if he thought I was following him (when we were walking in the same direction) or if I came around a corner too fast. Then I'd chase him around the house yelling at him or squirting him with water or compressed air. He doesn't like that very much.

That may make me seem like a bad person, but I really do love pets and I'd only do it when he did something bad or tried to attack me. In any case, I eventually learned to just let him do whatever because it was really no big deal. After time went by he wouldn't run away from me anymore. He's actually gotten pretty docile. He actually comes upstairs and walks around when I'm up here and Court isn't home. He'd never do that in the past.

He'll do his nuzzle passes around my legs when I shake the cat treat container and he doesn't mind if I pick him up and just put him on his chair or in the florida room in the back. I'm not a cat person, probably will never be one, but it's not bad. I still say a cat is more work than a dog though.