Those of you who read this blog may recall a recent post of mine, in which I praised my cat, Sugar, for having recently discovered her image in my full-length bedroom mirror, and for starting to wrestle with the intellectual challenge that presents her.
I have also said, probably not on this blog, that as much as I love intelligent cats, they tend to present greater discipline and behavior problems.
Sugar's new attainment, sadly, is not the exception to this rule. She continues to move to the mirror, at night when
esrblog and I are attempting to sleep, where she calls out piercingly until one of us yells or gets up and chases her away from the mirror. Lately, she's begun to do this more often. She woke
esrblog several times Friday night, and at least four times last night. She woke me three times. Closing the bedroom door did no good--she kept calling through it, and attempting to reach under the door with her paws.
Despite his fatigue and irritation,
esrblog is kind of touched and moved by Sugar's behavior. He thinks her tones are inquiring, and that what's she's doing is attempting to invite the unknown (!) cat to play. I think her tones are challenging; she's trying to figure out whether the unknown cat is a dangerous intruder on her turf. But either way, we're losing sleep as a result.
I, however, usually can manage to go back to sleep.
esrblog often can't, and his energy and mood are suffering for it.
So I fear we must cut Sugar's experiments short. Today, I bought some white posterboard and covered the lower third of the mirror (the part Sugar can see into). Hopefully, she'll decide that the mystery cat is gone, and she can resume her quiet life.
And the crowning irony is that, starting tomorrow night, we will be hosting my sister-in-law's new kitten, Sofie, for a week! I hope that this doesn't result in more lost sleep and nighttime shenanigans, though I'm not especially optimistic.
I have also said, probably not on this blog, that as much as I love intelligent cats, they tend to present greater discipline and behavior problems.
Sugar's new attainment, sadly, is not the exception to this rule. She continues to move to the mirror, at night when
Despite his fatigue and irritation,
I, however, usually can manage to go back to sleep.
So I fear we must cut Sugar's experiments short. Today, I bought some white posterboard and covered the lower third of the mirror (the part Sugar can see into). Hopefully, she'll decide that the mystery cat is gone, and she can resume her quiet life.
And the crowning irony is that, starting tomorrow night, we will be hosting my sister-in-law's new kitten, Sofie, for a week! I hope that this doesn't result in more lost sleep and nighttime shenanigans, though I'm not especially optimistic.
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One day I decided that I would teach them to tell time, so that they would have no call to yowl before scheduled feeding time. I persuaded my mother that we should feed them at exactly 6:30 PM every day.
The result was that they would start yowling at 5:00 on the dot.
The most intelligent of them once reacted to being squirted with water for some misdeed by giving my mother a dirty look, walking over to her shoes, pulling out one insole and burying it in the litter box. We were laughing too hard to discipline him again.
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One night, out of the blue, she started positively howling at around 3 am.
I leapt (ok, stumbled) out of bed to see what the matter was. The minute she saw that Mommy was awake, she trotted blithely into the kitchen & circled the food bowl. Like the sleep-deprived moron that I was, I fed her, and fell back into bed.
Guess she wasn't as stupid as I always called her (in that sweet, crooning voice I always use when talking to kitties, so yeah, it really sounded weird - "Precious widdle stooopid cat - precious stupid cat!" But I digress...), because, the next morning, at almost exactly the same time, she starting yowling again. An incredibly fast learner. Well, food was involved... So I lobbed a pillow at her.
Now, before you get all huffy (like the first person to whom I ever told this story, who self-righteously informed me that "That's like someone throwing a mattress at you!" ), let me mention that she weighed over twenty pounds at the time (Or, as that person said, "Oh! That's okay, then!").
She didn't make so much as a "merp" (cat "peep") the next night. Or, rather. morning.
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Until she passed middle age, she didn't have a weight problem. After that, we had her on weight-control food--until she was diagnosed with declining kidney function. Now, she has special food for that condition, and my vet's theory is that she's better off overweight. Naturally, Sugar is very pleased about this....
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Three in the morning.
The Hubby(tm) was getting up at 5:00 am in those days (4:30 now, but I digress).
It was about 1:00 that he turned to me & muttered, "Either the cats go or I go!" We were too recently married for me to use the line he always uses on me in similar circumstances now - "I'll miss you!" All I could really do was apologize. I felt very guilty at being rewarded with him having to stay home the4 next day because he hadn't gotten any sleep. Thrilled, of course, but that's besides the point...
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I find it interesting that your cats, having already established a dominance hierarchy, decided to renegotiate it upon moving to a new abode. Perhaps that new abode had attractive features that they needed to fight for the right to use.
this kitty
http://icanhascheezburger.com/2010/05/21/funny-pictures-kitteh-hates-reflection/
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