He wouldn’t let me put away laundry without letting him into his favorite new spot. Lately Grant has had to reach over in his slumber and open that drawer so the cat would quit whining about it. It’s hard not to indulge something that cute (or loud).
Does anyone else intentionally unload their Costco groceries into a roadblock so their pets can’t escape during the process?
Just wondering. I’m pretty sure most people’s cats are more nimble or determined than Trumpet. That thing is, like, a foot high AT MOST, but he would NOT cross it.
Grant’s folks are in town right now, which of course means I’m making sure all the wonderful stuff we were gifted at Christmas is on display around the apartment.
90% of it already was, because they have damn nice taste — but we had never yet busted out the motorized cat toy they put in Trumpet’s stocking.
I’d say it’s a hit, wouldn’t you?
(Shitty video quality courtesy of the LG Chocolate, Worst Phone Ever™.)
So poor Trumpet has had to go through a few changes lately. Not only did Grant go back to work full-time, leaving our clingy dog-like kitty confused at the sudden lack of Daddy time, but we also outfitted our place with some new cat-cessories. And he’s having some trouble adjusting.
We FINALLY got a sliding glass pet door. (It’s been so friggin cold leaving the balcony open a crack for him to get to his food and litter, that we took the plunge and spent the $150.) As soon as it came, I installed it right away, and was totally relieved that the temperature AND the traffic noise were much improved.
Trumpet, however, was not a fan. He’s TERRIFIED of the damn thing. First I had to tape the piece of metal that magnetically pulls up to create a seal with the door, because the rattling noise it made scared him.
And then, we actually had to duct tape the actual flap up to even get him to go through it — somehow, the act of having to push it open with his head is simply unacceptable. To be honest, we should’ve known — he never could handle those litter boxes with a lid over the top and a hole for kitty entry. He’s not the smartest cat, OK? But he’s very cute. And easily confused.
Two weeks after purchase, he’s still a little reluctant to use the kitty door. He sort of stops short in front of it, does a little kitty-grimace (I swear he does), and begrudgingly ducks through the opening and pops out as fast as he can to get some distance from it. We were thinking we’d leave the flap taped open for a while and eventually lower it, but something tells me this is our new permanent solution. Classy, huh?
Trumpet is just not a fan of our favorite new video game. When we rock out, he seems to think we’re in distress and need his help. This is especially true when there’s singing involved, and even more so when one of us is singing while playing guitar or bass. In fact, just this evening he jumped on the table in front of Grant (while G was belting out Creep by Radiohead) and started licking Grant’s fingers during his Expert fretwork. Thanks, kitty!
In fact, the very first week we got our microphone stand, Trumpet expressed his displeasure at Grant singing while playing even more strongly, as evidenced by the following incredibly shitty cell phone pic, taken hastily before he descended:
Sometimes when I’m crooning particularly enthusiastically (and not so melodiously), I’ll feel him hugging my leg and pawing at my knee (no claws), sort of pseudo-mounting it in distress (and not horniness, trust me. His feline amorous advances come in another form, which caused me to sleep with a spray bottle of water in bed with me the whole time Grant was in Japan, so I could deter him from humping my leg without fully having to wake up.)
He only seems to really freak out like this during the long, drawn-out, higher-pitched stretches, like that whole “Sheeeeeeeeeeeeee’s ruuuuuuuuuunin oooooooout the dooooooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooor…” bit, and the entire 30 Seconds to Mars song. And thankfully, Grant and I are the only people he’s comfortable mounting/licking/etc. When guests come over to rock out, he just contents himself to sit there and yowl along. I wish I could upload audio for that, I really do.
