Last night, actually in the wee, weeee hours of the morning, I became
cat-ucated. (that is the term I use for becoming cat conscious with Ingrid. yes, there IS actually a website called The Conscious Cat)
I learned some things about Mistress Queenie Two Face, and confirmed some things I already knew.
One thing I already knew... Mistress Queenie has "Tortitude". I called it attitude before I knew there is a name for it.
“Tortitude” – The Unique Personality of Tortoiseshell Cats!
I learned that Mistress is a Tortoiseshell Cat.
"Tortoiseshell cats are almost exclusively female. Tortoiseshell and calico coats are the result of the interaction between genetic and developmental factors. The occasional and very rare male tortoiseshell cat is the result of a genetic mutation."
Thank God I got a female! I've had enough "mutated males" in my lifetime!
Oh wait, had a male tortoiseshell claimed me, I possibly could have got him a role in a movie. Hmmm I bet those Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were all male tortoiseshell cats in a previous incarnation.
"They tend to be strong-willed, a bit hot-tempered, and they can be very possessive of their human. Other words used to describe torties are fiercely independent, feisty and unpredictable. They’re usually very talkative and make their presence and needs known with anything from a hiss to a meow to a strong purr."
Mistress has presented most of those characteristics, except for the purr. I've wondered why she doesn't purr.
She is definitely strong willed, proven when she was determined to open the sealed bag of treats. She did it! Not by tearing the package as one might think. My Mistress diligently worked at the zipper closure until it came open and the treats spilled out on the floor. "Meow", she said with a proud gleam in her yellow eyes.
Hot temper... I have two bites to prove she will not allow me to pet her hind legs. I learned there is an affliction that some cats have called Petting Aggression.
Brief Quote, "“Aggression” isn’t really the right word, though that’s what it’s generally called. It’s not really aggressive – nor is it mean, nor is the intent to actually hurt someone."
"Imagine that you were incredibly ticklish, and that someone – for the sake of argument, someone you even liked a lot – wouldn’t stop tickling you. You’d be screaming “stop, stop,” right? Well, imagine now that you only spoke Urdu, but your tickler spoke only French. And because he didn’t understand, he wouldn’t stop. Eventually, what would you do – if he weighed 10 times what you did and you couldn’t get away? Right. You’d bite him, or hit him."
"When a cat becomes overstimulated from petting, she is actually telling you that she’s had enough – if you speak her language."
You see, it's important for me to continue learning Meow.
Fiercely independent! For certain she is that. She would even fill her water dish if she could turn on the faucet. Believe me, she is trying to do just that.
Feisty... Queenie has invented a game with a throw rug. She runs from one end of the house, jumps on the rug at the center and has a brief slide before the carpet stops her. She then proceeds to the other end of the house and rides her magic carpet back. I admit it took me a while to figure out what she was doing, but what fun it is for me to watch her play. OK I am proud of her for thinking up this game all on her own.
Unpredictable... If you read my blog yesterday, you know about her window seating. She always seems to do the opposite of what I expect her to do.
Soooo, after walking the floor with her, reading articles about her while she played on her magic carpet, and finally giving her a fresh drink, Mistress Queenie let me know it was time to sleep. I curled up on my side and was nearly asleep again when Queen jumped on my shoulder, pawed and scratched at me, (until I rolled to my back), and settled herself on my belly, (actually she had me fooled for a minute. I was actually drifting off).
I feel her tip toeing, (YES! she was trying not to wake me because she didn't want me to know what was coming next), she tip toed softly up my body, and tucked her head under my chin. "meow", she said very softly, she gently placed her paw on my cheek, and for the first time ever, I not only heard the purr, I felt it where she was lying across my heart, and under my fingertips as I petted her head. "meow", I whispered, and drifted off to sleep.
The site where I was "cat-ucated"
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