I noticed I didn’t have too many cat photos up lately, so I snapped these to remind you all how much of a freaky cat lady I am.
Here is Friday. She is unhappy with me because I have spent the last hour telling her she couldn’t do the things she wanted to do, like play with all the cool stuff in the garbage can, hang from the curtains, or sit on the copy stand. Her being over on the shelf instead of on my table is indicative of her pouting.
Oz is such an easy-going cat. Even when he misbehaves, he’s laid back about it. Oz is agreeable to the other cats in the workshop, not fighting over choice seats, allowing others to play with his toys. I think he’s not used to the room yet – too many strange new rules on the strange new furniture still. But, he is the cat you want to greet you at the door – he runs up, puts his paws on you and purrs.
Once Moxie saw the camera, she wouldn’t play along. She is either nose to lens or completely uncooperative. She likes to sit right beside whatever I’m working on, usually Friday does, too. They are my work cats.
The Captain is a terror in the workshop. He is curious about everything and pawing at anything he can reach. Anything unattended gets pushed to the edge and on to the floor for toy auditions. But when he settles down from wrecking things, he curls up in a window or on a chair and snoozes, waking only long enough to purr when I pet him.
This is a problem triad I haven’t solved yet. Nora on my drafting chair. She loves this chair. Sometimes she is down here sitting on that chair when everyone else is upstairs. You can tell it is her preferred spot because of the thick layer of cream-colored cat hair covering it. And this is after I cleaned it last night. So much cat hair. The second issue is that she likes to sharpen her claws on the back of the chair. This is all bad and I have to find a way to discourage her. Probably time to bring out the no-scratch spray. We haven’t used that since they were kittens, and they have kept their learned behaviors well. The last problem was that Nora doesn’t want to yield the chair to me. She growls and hisses at me when I want to sit in it, but we had a water bottle intervention and now she acknowledges my claim to the chair. Only the two problems left.
More on the workshop tomorrow when I’m not so tired.