All the wonderful things I have to say about my vibrating-dot-of-energy mate.
One of the reasons Moxie prefers Slick is because he puts up with her fussy bullshit. Even if it is 90F, she demands to be snuggled and held. Then she tries to claw your intestines out incidentally when she leaves. No thanks. But, Slick does it. He snuggles that fussy, hot, shedding cat in his arms and sometimes they watch tv together.
Had to blow out the photo a little because of the sunny window backlighting so you could see Moxie.
Slick recently fixed up our cats’ scratcher posts with fresh sisal rope. The old rope has become the new favorite toy, especially for Nora. She also likes sitting atop the Christmas tree box, which is why we are so delinquent in storing it away; here it still sits in March. We’re going to have to put up a shelf right there for Nora. It is her favorite television watching spot.
Moxie is obsessed with a toy Slick created for her. The other cats like playing with the circular rims that come from larger plastic bottles, like milk jugs and Gatorades. Slick collects them on a string for future use. Moxie doesn’t care about them, individually, but Slick got her attention one night by swinging all the rings on the string around over his head. He swings them very fast and they make a sound vortex which Moxie is immediately drawn to.
He twirls it high so she won’t hurt herself trying to catch it, but that doesn’t stop her from rising up on her hind legs as she stares at her fascinating prey. Her head begins moving in tiny twitches as she watches it whip in a circle above her.
Moxie is our smallest cat. Not our lightest, but still the smallest. She is all dense muscle, dense fur, and dense personality. Lots of cat packed into a tiny body. This can be very fortunate for her.
Here, Moxie was peacefully enjoying the fall sunshine when a breeze, or another cat, shut the interior door on her. Don’t worry, she was perfectly fine, physically and safe – the outer screen door latches well. She was inconvenienced and displeased to be stuck this way, however, until Slick came back around from the other side of the yard to free her. A down event in her book, I think.
This is the night before. After napping in the sunshine, she fell soundly asleep and began to slowly slide down the back of the fat chair, onto Slick’s shoulder. In case you didn’t notice, Moxie is completely Slick’s cat. She only allows me to exist because I give her shoulder rubs and bacon, both of which she is fiend for. So, I guess I’ll continue to earn my keep with Moxie.