Saturday, June 20, 2009

Pranks, Purring and Playing Rough

Our garage sale is over. Officially. Unofficially, a few people have showed up anyway and bought some things. We made nearly $100 without being open.

But Firestar has not been a happy kitten since we shut the garage sale down. He had got used to going out to the garage and sitting in his kennel cab and watching everything. Now we don't spend time in the garage so he doesn't spend time out there.

The other day Spouse left for work and Son left to visit. When the door closed, leaving Firestar inside, I thought someone had come in and was beating him to death. Such a commotion. I called from where I sitting and said I wasn't going anywhere either. Silence. Then he shows up at my side and we commiserated together.

Sometimes Firestar and I are good buddies. Other times he seems to go out of his way to make my life - interesting. He likes to play with my shoes. My shoes. Not Spouse's shoes. Not Son's. My shoes. What he does is stuff his fluffy toys into the toe area. That way, when I put my shoes on, my foot gets uncomfortable. With my feet now numb it can be a long time before I realize what kind of discomfort is being put on my feet.

With warmer weather I have been wearing sandals more and more. Firestar has tried his fluffy toy thing with them, too. Fortunately, I'm not likely to get caught with this prank.

Not bad in a sandal, but try walking around all day with one of those tucked inside your shoe.

He was chewing on my stockings the other night. What he wanted was to play. Before I knew it I had a raving lion at my hands, trying to tear the stocking away. Firestar bites hard when he plays. So I took the stocking and stuck it on his head. Son thought it was funny and snapped a photo. Firestar thought it was - something - and bit me thoroughly. I tossed the stocking away and suggested we calm down and sit quietly. So he lay by my side (not a lap cat) for about twenty minutes and then walked away.

He likes to play rough, and he interpreted the stocking on his head as a go-ahead for all out play. So he got quite rough.
When he got especially viscious I pulled it down. Mistake. That made him mad. So I took it off and apologized.

We're good buddies, although I cannot say I have ever had any other friend bite me.


fairyhedgehog said...

I can relate to that. Rufus is the only friend that bites me!

Bevie said...

They can be so mean. But overall, they are quite loving.

Lisa said...

I have quite a number of scratches from my kitties. I'm used as a bouncing board, where they push off, claws and all.

Bevie said...

They play rough.

Sarah Laurenson said...

I had a cat once who was toothless (thankfully). She loved to strike like a snake and try to gum you to death. When we played, I would wrap my arm in a towel and she would gum my fingers and rake her back claws over the towel. Sometimes it slipped.

Bevie said...

Those back claws can be horribly sharp.

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“Oh, yeah? And isn’t it you, my dear stripy sister Aliera, who keeps pushing the FEED button on the printer and waiting for tuna to come out?”

“That was when I was much younger. Anyway, she’s at the computer—yes, eating tuna casserole—so we can go into the bedroom and see if we can knock the window screen out.”
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“New plan coming up….”

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“Look, we’re cats. We were meant to rule the world, but that doesn’t mean we have to WORK at it. You can if you want, but I don’t need to. After all, I’M beautiful!

“Did I mention she’s got tuna?”

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