My cat is driving me crazzzzzzzzzy tonight! And that IS an understatement! Garfield is a huge male house cat that looks, and acts, just like the cartoon Garfield. While the cartoon character is cute, it's not always cute in a real cat, especially if he looks like a Garfield on steroids. He's bigger than our shitzipoo, and weighs in at about 20 pounds or so. Not fat, but huge and long.
I got Garfield as a rescue cat from my oldest daughter, who is a veterinarian. My ancient cat, Sweetie, was looking like her last days were to come soon (she was then 19 and showing her age.) Now, I know I have that special stamp on my forehead that says 'sucker', but what was I ever thinkin?! I mean, I get a lot of drop-offs here at the farm. It's like people see a barn and say: here's a likely place to dump that kitty Ma!! It's not like another one wasn't going to show up anytime in the near future or something, but, like the misguided nut that I am I said 'OK.' DUH.....
So, I got Garfield, who was then about 3 or so, and wouldn't you know it, Sweetie started acting younger and playing more. Go figure! Sweetie passed this past spring, so now I no longer have that special set of mini stairs so she could walk up to her window seat, or onto the bed. The things we do for our pets huh?!
I swear Garfield knows how to play games. I think his favorite game is: if she's laying in bed watching tv, then exactly where can I position myself best so she can't see it? So, he stretches out and lays along the footboard of my antique bed, and he's so big I can't see the tv itself, much less what's on it. The only way I can get him to move is if I pat the bed and call him. See, I think it's a ploy just so he can get petted. Pretty smart, no? Kind of makes you wonder exactly who owns who!
Tonight, somehow, a big old moth got in. I swear that cat must have launched off of every piece of furniture in the room just trying to get it. And fast? For a cat that only sashay's around the room, he has unexpected speed!! What I find humorous is that if that was a mouse, the only place he'd run would be into my lap. I know for sure, because last fall one got into the house. I put Garfield into the kitchen, thinking 'the cat will get it'. Once I shut the door, he was body slamming it trying to get away from it! What's with that...hey, you're a cat, for pete's sake go into attack mode! Sigh...I got the mouse with a mouse-trap, and Garfield avoided the kitchen for months afterwards lol.
Tonight I ran out of cat food. Too late to go to the store, so I gave him some of the dog food. I've never had a cat refuse that before when I ran out of cat food. But of course, we are talking about a picky Garfield. Tried an egg...nope. Tried a little milk on the dog food...nope. But...as soon as I had a bowl of potato salad sitting on my desk, and left the room for two minutes, guess who was eating it?! (Really, do cats like potatoes and onions and stuff?) And don't even ask what happened to my slice of pepperoni pizza! I'm thinking that maybe the trick is to put the dog food on a people plate and leave it on my desk.
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