Der Dekan and I have several rituals, our individual ones, but also a few together.
There's the chase to the cat tower that I use to get up to the cabinet bed in the hallway. Der Dekan chases after me, but never catches me although he could.
There's the way he sneaks up on my kibbles bowl when I take a break from eating. It's amazing that he still seems to think neither Mom nor I will see him if he only moves slowly enough while I'm just watching him instead of defending it. It's not as if he doesn't have his own kibbles, but the grass is always greener on the side and my kibbles are always much more delicious. He wouldn't even mind if I licked each and every one. It's not so much about the eating as it is about the heist itself. He was born a natural criminal.
And there's our morning ritual when Mom finally deigns to get up for real (meaning I don't count the nightly snack sacrifices that we demand in exchange for a little more sleep for her).
I'll be waiting for her on the chest at the end of the bed and then der Dekan will be creeping up from under the bed and attack.
The fight is violent and merciless and we won't stop until one of us is on the floor begging Mom to save them from certain death ....
.... what's that, Mom? Slap fight? Silly little buggers? Can't you see our ears? And the claws? The raw strength and determination? Excuse me, did you just laugh at me? Funny and cute??
It's not more than a half round fight?? You are not sure we ever even touch one another??? How DARE you?!
I know someone who better sleep with her eyes open tonight!!
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DeleteWith two cats at home, there's always more excitement! Here, with Mixeta, I don’t know whether to call them rituals or quirks, but there are things we always do the same way. One of them is that, whenever someone makes a coffee, she waits for a piece of turkey. She doesn’t need to say anything, she just looks at you, and you already know what she wants. If I have another coffee, another piece. If my mum makes a coffee, another piece. I don’t know how she knows that when I go into the kitchen at a certain time, it’s for coffee. Because if I go in for something else, she doesn’t even bother to wake up. In the afternoon, she has the promise of a snack. At 5:45 PM, she gets up, sits in front of me on the table, at eye level, and stares at me until I get up to give it to her. Then she follows me to the kitchen, but she doesn’t go in a straight line—instead, she rubs against all the walls and goes behind the sofa and the armchair. It’s great for dusting, I must say.
ReplyDeleteIn my age, I don't really need that much excitement anymore, but Mom says it's good for me to be pushed out of my comfort zone every, now and then. Funny from a lady who hates being pushed out of hers!
DeleteTell Mixeta she's doing a great job. We house panthers have the duty to keep reminding you humans what you have been put on Earth for - to serve us!
I’m so aware of it. We’ve even been given the gift of being able to understand the desires of our house panthers just by looking into their eyes.
ReplyDeleteYou better!
DeleteOn the other hand, neither Mom nor I can make any sense at all of what der Dekan wants or not or does or not. He's hopeless.
Or it's just his strategy, we never know.
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DeleteSuch a cute post! I chuckled at your comment about the midnight snack sacrifices.
ReplyDeleteWe are very glad Mom knows her place in the hierarchy.
DeleteThank you for the visit!
Enjoyed reading this blog and your sense of humor. Saw it at Traffic Jam Reboot Nov. 28, 2024. Wish you and your readers well. Nancy Andres @ Colors 4 Health. Purr.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nancy! I wish Mom had our sense of humor! ;-)
DeleteI'll send her your blog's way!