Interlude with Cat III: Winter Sunshine

Our server’s acting the idiot again, and I have to work on my usual day off, plus I’m needing to get some reading done for Los links, so I’m afraid there won’t be substantial posting today. Here. Have a kitty in the sunshine:

She’s enjoying one of those rare winter mornings where bouncing sunshine hurls itself against the windowpane, waking Mommy up despite heavy curtains. It’s now at an angle where it hits the bed early on, which means she doesn’t have to go through all the hard work of moving on to the floor to find a sunbeam.

Still, even the minimal effort required to find the perfect position from which to enjoy it exhausts the poor dear:

She then attempted to look too dignified for photos.

When this didn’t persuade me to stop, she attacked. I haven’t got pictures of that, because I was trying to prevent her from ripping my hands off. She’s evil. Beautiful, but evil. And when there are sunbeams, she forgets her mother is where warm laps and cat food comes from.

Dog people don’t understand why I can adore such a wee vicious evil beastie. They talk of devotion and unconditional love and affection. When I look at a dog, all I think of is barking, drooling, strange smells, and the necessity of taking the damned thing out in all weather to relieve itself. Dogs are find for them as likes ’em, and I wouldn’t mind owning a nice German Shepherd again someday. But I do so love the strange personalities, aloofness, self-sufficiency, purring, and occasional moment of conditional love interspersed with the unpredictable mayhem that kittehs provide. Keeps me humble and on me toes, that.

Gimme a cat any day.

Interlude with Cat III: Winter Sunshine
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12 thoughts on “Interlude with Cat III: Winter Sunshine

  1. 2

    And then they go out and ruthlessly slaughter the wildlife. Cute though. (Unless you’re a field mouse, dormouse, vole, baby bird, frog, toad or hapless gardener with your hands in the soil encountering a little present that your neighbours cat has left you)

    Not that I’m bitter.

  2. 4

    If it’s any comfort, she’s never allowed to wander about outside unattended. And I think the biggest thing she’s actually killed is a moth. Well, that and several hundred thousand of my skin cells… She actively tries to murder huskies, but is terrified of ducks. I’m not sure what this says about her mad hunting skillz, but it can’t be good. Especially since the husky thought it was getting a back massage rather than suffering attempted canicide.

    Firm believer in keeping the kittehs away from wildlife. And unwitting houseguests. And not allowing them to ambush gardeners with “gifts.” Ewww.

  3. 6

    My Grey Lady when younger was renowned for bringing gifts. We lived out in the country and, believe me,sparrows, starlings and rodents of various sizes are not endangered species. I will admit, when she wanted to teach her kittens, things would get excessive. There was the day of three bluejays and a dove – all brought into the house for teaching purposes. The people learned, and caught them before the kittens did, and put them out again.
    I am persuaded that she is really trying to teach me that I could do it myself.
    Now that she is an elderly Grey Lady, she is an indoor cat. We now live in a city, and only have a 4th floor balcony. She doesn’t think that is a particularly good idea, but she is stuck with it. I am the one with the thumbs.

  4. Wes

    Wonderful kitteh (her domesticated human is pretty spiffy too, as I recall). Cats embody the Tao better than any other creature, simply following their intrinsic nature. I’m sure they would paraphrase Dennis Reveni from “The Nemesis Game”: “We nap because there’s no reason not to.” P.S.: Perhaps you’re not being attacked, but disciplined. Even the most well trained human requires a refresher from time to time.

  5. 9

    We have two weird cats who give unconditional love. My husband’s Maine Coon has eyes only for him, and is always in his lap. When “Daddy” isn’t home, he ignores the rest of the world.
    My flame-point Siamese acts more like a dog. He adores me and follows me all over the house. If I sit down, he is immediately in my lap (all 17 pounds of him). If a stranger walks in the door, they get the same treatment. He’s been known to follow the exterminator around while loving on the man’s boots.
    Funny that you should mention German Shepherds. I just got one last month as a service dog. My cat is already best friends with him – they have mutual grooming sessions. My husband’s cat is a bully. He loves to sit in a doorway and just dare the poor dog to pass him. I have to protect my poor dog from being scratched by the small bully!

  6. 10

    I’m half-tempted to suggest we lock her and Galahad in a room together. A room with only one sunbeam, and film the consequences.

    Perhaps with a vet on hand for the mutual face destruction.

  7. 11

    Many dogs are more than happy to tear apart smaller animals. Not all of them but they cannot be considered a benevolent species as a whole. I used to live in an old farm house and appreciated having cats that followed their nature.

  8. 12

    Late to the thread, but: gawd bless ‘ee ms moggy-lover, and bless those who reject the hiearchical sycophancy of filthy canines for blissfully independent feline survival-of-the-fittest Darwin-affirming furred killing machines. Let’s face it – the little fuckers are sociopathic but they’re so cute!

    For the record, feral moggies are evil. And yes I am aware of the inherent contradictions of this, and no I don’t care, and aww oo’s a cutsey wee poppet then wowsa wowsa woo

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