Boy, did I get chewed out this morning. A guest in my house was so angry because there were too many pillows on the couch and he couldn’t sit down without me moving the pillows. He wouldn’t move them himself and he didn’t even ask nicely, he just meowed with a shrill voice, looked at the couch and then at me, as if to say, “Lady, move this stuff! I need to sleep!” Who says cats aren’t articulate?
This cat is not a housecat, although he does have house privileges, odd though they may be. He comes in during the day but goes out at night. Like most cats he is independent and doesn’t follow the norms. When he does enter the house, he generally finds a spot and basically passes out, not to move for many hours. He snores too. His preference is to be covered with a light blanket and he lets me know when he wants to be covered. He heads for the bedroom, meowing all the way. He stops to look over his shoulder to make sure I am dutifully following him. He jumps up on the bed but doesn’t settle down until I get the blanket. Even when I have it ready to flip over him, he still is standing, making sure. He always hopes I will take a catnap too. If I don’t, he may move to the computer chair for his siesta.
Unlike most cats, this one knows his name and will react when I call him. Now, I’m not expecting you to imagine that he comes when he is called — that would not be believable — but he does acknowledge the call by a turn of the head, as he walks by.
His name is Crimp, his formal name at the veterinarian is Mr. Crimpton. He is a solid gray cat that was born with a very sharp bend or crimp, in his tail. It’s as though the tail had been caught as a door was closed, but actually he was born that way. A veterinarian told me that is a common trait in Siamese cats yet Crimp has no other Siamese features.
He’s a great mouser and he keeps the dogs in line. Crimp is buddies with our other cat, which also has odd features. The second cat is white and has one blue eye and one green eye, as does his litter mate. It seems that one would have two blue eyes, and the other two green eyes, but that’s not how they came out. They all manage to let me know how pleased they are with life.
The moral of this story is know what you want and plainly communicate your wishes. Don’t worry about your physical differences, just enjoy your catnaps.
Peggy writes from the ranch on WG Flat, east of Oral, S.D. Her email is Peggy@PeggySanders.com. ❖