My mom, Wendi, has a cold, so she asked me to write something for her blog. Since I haven’t had any new adventures (you really can’t have adventures when your parents don’t take you with them) I thought I could give you an update on my pet cat, Kirby. Mom calls him “crazy kitten Kirby” and for good reason. That cat is crazy!
Back in September 2015 Mom says her prayers were answered when Kirby came to live with us. She really thought I needed a pet so that I would leave the other cats alone. They don’t really care for the games I want to play. Mom had toyed with the idea of getting a puppy, but I think she figured she couldn’t find one as awesome as me. So she brought home Kirby.
I knew he was different. He didn’t run away from me. He would wrestle with me. Heck, he even let me chew on his neck. How crazy is that? I mean I am a dog and he is a cat! Guess no one ever told him that.
Here we are, almost a year later, and that cat is still crazy! Sometimes he just runs from one end of the house to the other. He jumps from chair to counter to table to TV stand to my dad, Bobby’s, desk to couch down the hall and up into a cat condo thing that hangs on the door. It is a whirlwind! He also is no respecter of personal space. I don’t know how often he has gotten into Buddy’s space while he is laying on Dad’s office chair. (Buddy is one of the other cats that live here.) Buddy doesn’t like it and tries to get Kirby away from him. I try to explain to Buddy that Kirby is just playing, but either Buddy is dumb or doesn’t understand when I talk. Mom and Dad are always trying to get me to be quiet, but I got to be me. He even tries to distract Mom from taking me on a walk every time, by playing with her shoe strings. I mean, he is seriously crazy, right?
One thing my cat does only to Mom is bite her fingers or nose–when she is sleeping. How crazy can one cat be? What happens is that he climbs up on the bed and starts purring. I think that is to lure her into a false sense of security. He’ll get real close to her face. I don’t even know if she is aware of what he is doing, ’cause she’ll even start petting him. That’s when he strikes! He starts to bite her fingers one by one, until she has pulled her hands all under the blankets. You think he would get the hint, but he is crazy. So next, he’ll just start to try to bite the end of her nose. It is at that point she will wake up and either put him down on the floor or even get up and shut him out of the room. He never seems to learn the lesson, because he does this almost every time he has access to the bedroom at night–which is getting less and less often.
One thing Kirby and I don’t have in common is going outside. I like to go outside and just hang out in the sun. Mr. Thomas, another cat who lives here, likes that, too. Mom and Dad even have a crate that they put him in so he can hang out in nature and they don’t have to worry about him getting lost. Mom tried to put Kirby outside once or twice, but the cat is crazy! He hates to go outside. He kind of freaks a little if she even implies that is what she is going to do. Instead he’ll just hang out by the open door and watch me and Mr. Thomas while we are outside. He bats at flies or bugs or whatever comes near the door, but he has zero interest in going outside. Dad’s theory is that since he was a stray, he already knows what is like to be outside and doesn’t need that anymore. He prefers the luxury of indoor living to the rugged outside–even if it is just for a few minutes. By the way, he was found at Valley Oaks Farm where Mom and Dad’s friends, John and Jackie Drake live.
I know it’s not an anniversary or anything, but I’m really glad that Mom brought Kirby here. He has been a great addition for the family, if you ask me. Oh, I’ve got to go, I think Kirby wants to wrestle. Bye!