Wednesday,
January 15, 2003
Cats. Arrgh.
I
am THISCLOSE to making black and white catfur slippers out of Jordan. The little
codependent poohead was up ALL NIGHT meowing outside our bedroom door and scratching
at the carpet (we can't let him in because he climbs in bed with us and starts
biting our feet). Lyndon finally staggered out of bed and soaked him with the
squirt bottle we keep for this purpose -- I think it shut him up for an hour.
I finally gave up this morning around 7:00 AM and let him into the room, since I was going to have to get up soon anyway. He prowled around our bed, meowing loudly, and when I picked him up for a cuddle, he went down to my feet and started biting them. Arrgh.
And yes, I checked -- the food bowl wasn't empty (wasn't completely full, but there was food in it), the water bowl was okay, and the Littermaid was functioning normally. We'd held and petted him the evening before, so it's not like he's being ignored. He's eating and peeing/pooping normally, doesn't seem to be in pain, and isn't rubbing his butt along the carpet or showing any other sign of feline distress.
He just wants our attention. Constantly. To the point of throwing himself in front of our feet repeatedly and stretching out in a "Aren't I cute -- I'm gonna block your way until you play with me!" sort of way. And when he doesn't get the attention he thinks he deserves, he nips or tries to beat up JJ (which is amusing in itself, as JJ is bigger than Jordan and outweighs him by at least three pounds. JJ's attitude seems to be, "Oh, Lord, here he comes again -- let's get this over with," and rolls onto his back, grabbing Jordan with his paws and holding him off until Jordan gets tired and goes away).
How did we wind up with a codependent cat, I ask you? JJ doesn't do any of this -- he waits for me at the top of the stairs when I get home, yeah, but I pet him, tell him he's a beautiful boy and he wanders off, content. Jordan, however, needs attention 24/7, and pouts (or bites) when he doesn't get it.
I'm starting to
think we should have named him Anna Nicole. Sheesh. . .