Kitty Tales

Tales of a cat

I haven’t really had much time these days, in between putting food on the table (literally and metaphorically) and keeping the wee ickle kitty cat out of trouble.

Coco is a darling and really funny but boy, does that cat have an abundance of energy. We let her out of the room every night and she has so much fun exploring dark and strange corners to wriggle into. Otherwise, she would be busy swiping her claws on our rug and dining bench or sniffing around the balcony. She’s also quite the busybody, rushing up to us when we are doing something new or different.

And when we put her back into the room (we don’t dare to let her roam the house without one of us around for fear that she may get stuck somewhere), she whines piteously, as if we haven’t fed her in days. Which can be both amusing and annoying at the same time.

One of the best things about having the little bugger around is that our little household has changed and we enjoy the changes. Before she arrived, we were worried about the changes that we would have to make – no more open doors and windows, the need to change and clean her litter box, the financial costs of her food and visits to the vet. But now that she is here and our lives are no longer the same, we find that we have adapted marvellously and cannot imagine life without our little kitteh.

And this gives me hope that we can get over our reservations about having a child. I know that taking care of a baby is vastly different from mothering a cat but it’s still a small step in the right direction. Seeing the husband coo over the cat and construct barriers out of wire mesh to keep Coco out of trouble areas confirms my guesses that he will be a patient and doting father.

Did I marry him knowing that he will be a good father? To be honest, no, but I had my suspicions that he will excel in parenting and be prone to indulging our children, which will then make me the mean disciplinarian.

I love my life now and I am thankful for all that I have.

I leave you now with this hilarious photo that we shot of our precious ninja kitteh recently. We do have the cutest cat in the world!

Kitty Tales

Conversation with a cat

Every night, Mr Thick and I would spend some time in the room with Coco. Sometimes, I would sit on the floor with my laptop and type away, while she gambols and pounces and chases away.

To get her used to my voice, I would engage in a monologue even as she ignores me. At times, I would be praising her for getting the toy out of the tunnel we had constructed from plastic mesh or for scratching her nails at the post we got for her. Good girl, Coco, I would say, or, Clever girl! And then I would throw a toy out for her to chase after.

But more often than not, I would be saying,

What are you doing, kitty cat? Good girl! Are you bored? Huh? NO NO NO DON’T STEP ON MY LAPTOP! Good girl. Go chase after a toy. NO NO NO THAT’S MY NIGHTIE DO NOT BITE. Yes baby, good baby, have a poo in your litter box. Good girl! NO NO NO NOT THE LAPTOP. Go chase a toy, baby. Go. Are you sleepy yet? NO THAT’S MY MUG, GO DRINK FROM YOUR OWN BOWL. Good girl, Coco, good girl! NO DON’T PLAY WITH MY TOES!

Rinse, repeat.

Kitty Tales

Unavoidably detained by Miss Coco

If you don’t see me for the next few days, it’s because I am completely wrapped around the tiny paws of a certain Miss Coco.

She’s ours so obviously I think that she is gorgeous, gorgeous!

Her mama had died and her fairy godparents found her alone and miserable. They fed her patiently for about two weeks before taking her home. But being a household of three cats and dog, they had no space for her and by the merest of chances, she ended up at east end.

She’s only been here for two days and already we are besotted with her. As I type, I am sitting on the floor while she is dashing across the room chasing after her toys. Occasionally, the sound of my typing would catch her attention and she would stand with her two front paws on the keyboard of my MacBook and gaze intently into the screen. She also has a tendency to swipe at my toes and has taken to drinking water out of my mug. When she is tired, she lies on the floor and stretches lazily.

She’s so funny and cute and loveable and playful and hysterical.
And she is ours.

More photos here.