Hi, it's me, the OTHER blogger around here!
All 2 ft. long, 16 lbs, lovable black, gray and white striped cat of me.
My white paws and belly are adorable even if I do say so myself. :-D
All MALE, too! Um, well, except for the fact I'm fixed that is...Sorry Ladies :-(
The Mad Macedonian is my roommate, friend and Best Buddy.
He is fond of saying that I have also often been his creative inspiration.
As you can tell by my photo I am a BIG cat. ;-D
I am not fat, just well built and with a dry food diet that, with a bowl set down 24/7, I can munch on at my leisure I am a healthy cat who eats when ever I get the urge.
I am not a talkative cat, picking and choosing my moments.
I mostly confine my talk to welcoming Daddy home from work every day and sometimes at other times when he's returned from a lengthy excursion from home.
Yes, we can converse with each other, in English and Felinese, quite nicely, thank you very much!
I can recognize his footsteps a block away and I sit on the table by the door until he opens it, loudly and enthusiastically welcoming him home.
I love sitting in the window.
It has always been my favorite spot where ever we live.
The passing parade is varied and interesting, keeping me vastly entertained for hours on end when I'm alone, or Daddy is busy.
I have ample room to stretch out, if I want, with Daddy's bed and sofa.
I am never truly alone when Daddy is gone.
The neighborhood cats come by and hang out on the driveway below, or outside the front door, for a chat; a rabbit and possum have also come by.
All Daddy has to do is look at me and I gets this mischievous grin (That's the way Daddy describes it.) on my face and stretch out so he can scratch my belly, and under my chin (God, I LOVE that!).
You see, I have a sense of humor and a playful streak. I am intelligent as well (Unlike some of the above mentioned felines.).
These traits manifested themselves in several ways.
I asked Daddy to explain, as I want to keep some sort of modesty and not seem to be tooting my own horn too much:
I should have realized it by the way he acted the day I found him at the Humane Society.
As I looked at a cage full of kittens and their Mother, I was about to look elsewhere because of the lackluster look of the litter when, from the back of the crowd, a smaller than the rest little critter pushed forward, approached the bars of the cage, climb up a bit and meowed a tiny "Wassup?"
It was love at first sight. :-D
I took him home to be a companion to my old yellow Warrior and the 3 short months they were together, before he passed on, taught Nikita a lot and livened up the once lonely life of the Old Man.
Nikita wasn't quite a year old when he discovered how making noises by shaking a piece of paper could be a useful skill for a cat to have.
He learned pretty quickly that I always filled his food bowl in the morning when I got up.
I guess he felt I should get up much earlier than 7am because one day I awoke at 5am with him quietly nuzzling my face.
I rubbed him and turned over to go back to sleep; the next thing I know I hear the shaking of a piece of paper on the nightstand next to the bed.
I ignored it and a few minutes later I hear the sound of paper falling to the floor.
Poking my head out from under the covers I see paper on the floor and Nikita sitting on the nightstand with a grin on his face, looking at me expectantly.
My first mistake was getting out of bed and picking up the paper.
The 2nd was going to the kitchen, filling his empty food bowl and returning to bed.
Here's where that superior IQ kicks in. :-D
It only took a week of this for Nikita to put 2 and 2 together and his favorite game was born. :-D
Truth to tell, despite my annoyance, I enjoy it too.
Even when he decides to play "toss the paper" from 3 to 5am, for no apparent reason whatsoever. :-D
I'll get up, cuss his ass out, stack all available pieces of paper out of reach and go grumbling back to bed.
When we lived in a 1 bedroom apartment there was a variation on this game that REALLY shows how smart this cat is:
If I didn't want to feed him at 5 am, I'd toss his Ass out of the bedroom and close the door.
A few minutes later there would come the sound of a piece of paper being shoved UNDER the door!
Sometimes 2 or 3 would be needed to get my, in HIS mind, lazy carcass out of bed to fill his food bowl. :-D
His playfulness and intelligence also exhibit themselves in other ways:
When he chases a laser dot, or a mouse from a pole hanging from the closet.
When I make like chasing him around the apartment.
When we engage in a little roughhousing on the bed as I pet and tickle him in such a way that he can't easily "get out of my grasp".
Ok, I'm blushing. ;-D
I've never been allowed to be an outdoor cat.
The only times I have been out of the apartment have been in a cat carrier as we travel by bike, or bus, to the vet and those times I have snuck past daddy to stand briefly outside after he opens the front door.
Then there was the time I accidentally spent a day outside alone, but that's a story for another day.
Anyway, I thought I'd spend the morning introducing myself.
I prowl the internet checking feline related websites and the writing of other Cat Bloggers when Daddy is away.
I will do my blogging most often when he is away as well.
Check it out! I've got my own blogroll and collection of links in the sidebar!
I am an opinionated pussycat and am unafraid to speak my mind.
Now, however, I think I need to head to bed for an afternoon nap. ;-D