Tuesday, September 13, 2011
The Unsung Cat
And then there's Mikki.
Mikki is definitely the unsung animal of our house. She's the one who is easy to forget. She's the little one. She's always last on the list, even though she is now the elder statesman (woman?) in the house.
I guess she must have been taken away from her mama too young, because she loves to suckle on his neck. Yeah, it's kinda gross, but it's also kinda sweet. She does this routine daily. Steven says if I had a beard she'd do it to me, but I doubt it.
She likes warmth and will search it out at all times. She finds the spot of sunshine. She sits on top of the water heater. She loves clean warm clothes. She loves them so much that one time she jumped into the dryer to nap. Someone didn't see her in there and turned on the dryer. That same someone noticed a bump-bump-bump sound, opened the door and pulled out a very frightened cat and some soiled sheets. I'm happy to say that someone wasn't me.01
When Steven walks Rockett, she comes to snuggle with me. (no neck sucking) She takes forever to get comfortable, but when she finally does, we get a few good snuggles in before Rockett returns and the fights renew.
She has the sharpest whiskers ever. She has herpes in her eyes (yes!). She bites her toenails at the most inappropriate times. (is there an appropriate time?) She makes strange noises as she walks up and down the hall. She has ugly feet. She just looks mean. She can't take a "cute" photo to save her life.
(and thanks to Steven for the pix)