Younger girl cat - plump, orange, and a bit....slow....She's pretty. - Holly
Yesterday I tried to take a nap, tried.... Fargo decided that he needed to be under the blanket and pretty much snuggled to my crotch... and he was mercifully calm once he settled, other than the crotch eyes under the blanket when I looked in, which is a bit disconcerting.
...Holly decided she was bored and went looking for Fargo. She noticed the strange shifting lumps on the bed, at which point I stopped moving my feet lest they be eaten, because anything moving under blankets is for nomming according to her. Not deterred, Holly pressed on, she started poking Fargo though the blanket in a true younger sibling manner. He didn't budge, she got bored for a bit and laid down on the other side of my leg making sure to pin me down as well.
After a little rest she decided it was time to come back for more poking. When that didn't work, she decided to walk on him! Mind you he has earned that, he walked on her, and sat on her, when she was in the flexible carrier, and walks on DH and I all the time. He did get out after that and gave Holly such a look, if looks could kill...
He then proceeded to yodel for the next hour and a half for food... there goes that nap. I persevered and played possum because that's easier than him headbutting me full force in the nose as he has taken to doing when he wants something and I'm sitting up. His love...hurts. After getting food, at the regular time he gets food every day, he wanted more food. Then play, which he got, then more food, which he didn't get. After which he climbed to the top of the dish cabinet to get the food himself because he deemed humans inept at that task and was evicted by me with a wet towel, twice. About a half hour later he got his nightly snack (to go with his Kitty Claritin for allergies) and calmed a bit.
DH then did a thorough cleaning of the letterbox because goodness it needed it. He dried it so we could put baking soda and then litter in but once it was dry and on a flat surface Fargo decided he needed to nest in the empty box. One feline eviction by DH later, we put the baking soda down and poured sand in. DH barely had enough time to stop pouring before Fargo dove in and settled in for a pee. He had sand OVER his paws. He always has to be the first to go in new litter, cause of kitty OCD, but this was ridiculous.
DH was right next to him though the whole process as he wanted to even out the sand to cover all parts of the box bottom, Fargo definitely doesn't have a shy bladder.... or a shy anything.... And it's not like he didn't go, or have a chance to go, before. The litter box was out of action for 10 minutes at most.
After all that he happily passed out for the night.
This morning, I was trying to sleep till a reasonable time but, I was woken up by a half hour of cat yodels (thank you Fargo) because after he had his breakfast, he wanted another breakfast and DH's breakfast as well....
| What the hell cat? There was no catnip or drugging, just pure cat crazy. He's was comparatively calm before and returned to calm that evening. |
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