Andy is a curious – odd! – little kitty. When he’s on the end table, he doesn’t like to be petted or “scritched”. There are other places – the cat tree in the dining area – where I can stick my face in his and get a head bump of approval, purrs, and lots of personal quality time with my kitty boy.
Just not at the end table.
A cat needs his space. Purrs Snoops and Kommando Kitty
And how, and cats are armed to the teeth to defend that space!
Doug, your next post is not taking my comment – weird.
I suspect Andy is enjoying Mozart; the tail is telling. Trying Rossini next?
I actually did try Rossini! (An Italian Girl in Algeria, which I like, which Andy pooh-poohed, then left the room.)
I meant the Barber of Seville; why would Andy care about girls!
Well, there is the little matter of the missing parts…! Theoretically, he can’t or won’t have an interest in girls!
Curiously, Barmalei tries to do what he can’t do with girls. Apparently, he thinks that imitation of the act is just as good as the act itself. Girls disagree; they fight.
LOL! Andy has never met a kitty girl, so I’ve no idea if he’d get ideas. Sometimes toms will have relations with stuffed animals or other items, but neither Dougy nor Andy ever did.
I have never seen cats use stuffed toys or pillows this way, even though I have a couple of pillows with cats on them. No interest. Give him live kitty girls, no substitution.
I remember a fellow in Oklahoma City who posted kitty videos had a cat that used a Halloween werewolf mask that way. I’d never seen this behavior before. Perhaps it’s an intact Tom thing. Andy and Dougy were/are perfect gentlecats!
I agree; this must be an intact Tom thing. Barmalei had a botched surgery, unfortunately. The vet had first thought he was a girl and opened his belly. When we got him, he still had a shaved belly and a scar, poor kitty. Perhaps he remembers this and tries to confirm to himself that he is a guy.
Oh no! Of course I am not someone to comment because when I took Louie the ginger cat in for that surgery, the technician picked him up and said, “This is a neutered male!” I had to come up with a male name (quickly!) for their records on him since I’d named him “Lucy” because of the color of his hair – Lucille Ball, you know! That I came up with Louie – after Louis Armstrong – was aa minor miracle and it actually turned out to match his cool cat personality well!
LOL When we rescued baby Pyshka, we didn’t know the gender, but the tiny kitten was squeaking non-stop and very loudly, so we decided to call him/her Pischik (Squeaker) if it turns out to be a boy, and Pyshka (sweet roll) if it’s a girl. Took her to our vet who is great.
The other two we got from a rescue agency, and they make sure all kitties are “done” before they are adopted. It is their vet who gave Barmalei an emotional trauma!
Interesting! When I got my first kitty, the lovable and vocal Freckles, I almost named her “Squeaker” for the same reason you called Pyshka “Pischik”!
None of our cats ever squeaked. Beba said Mya (half-a-meow), until she learned the full word. But Pyshka was squeaking for a couple of months. We actually celebrated when the baby said her first word.
Hmm . . . Mom says maybe he is on official guard duty, like those at Buckingham Palace, and so aren’t suppose to be disturbed or distracted.
It’s an interesting theory!
The end table must be a place of cat meditation for Andy. 🙂
Whatever its charms, Andy has long claimed it for his use! It looks really uncomfortable to me.
Everyplace has its one mysteries! 🙂
Yes, there is no reason I can discern that explains why this spot is more sacred to Andy than any other. (Maybe the heat off the lamp is the answer. He just wants to enjoy the warmth!)
he is on a mission we think… and no distraction is allowed LOL
Yeah, a missio9n to Sleepylandia!
HeHeHe Once again Andy proves who’s boss.
I never learn…!
It’s his personal “me” spot, not to be bothered while there. Humans have those as well, you know.
Ironically, it’s so close to where I usually sit that I can’t resist petting and “scritching” him! The arm of the recliner is equally accessible, but I can pet and “scritch” him when he’s there, no problem,.
Cats are so clever, and Andy is one of the smartest ones. I am sure he has purposely chosen this sot to be close to you, yet not to be touched. It provides just the degree of comfort His Majesty desires.
He is a schemer, Dolly!
All cats are, but not all are as smart as Andy.
Dougy was less clever, more overt than Andy!
I remember that…
Of course, he was a lot more amusing, too, being a comedian cat. I always laughed at his reaction to me watching him take a bath, for example. I laugh thinking about it and am glad I have some video of it.
You have wonderful memories, Doug.
One of the advantages of waiting till I retired to have cats companions if I’ve had the time and interest to become a keen observer of their behavior. Having never had cats prior till 2009, just about everything about them was and is a wonder! They are incredibly amusing and interesting creatures, as you know, and it has been my pleasure to have sufficient skill and time to do a “Jane Goodall” on them. (“3:03 AM, 7Sep13 – Andy woke and cleaned his precious, then put his paw on my arm. Little did I know he was checking for ‘doneness’ and suitability to eat. He’s discovered people are meat. Dougy sat nearby, prepared for the kill. I am prepared to sacrifice for the sake of science. They know where I sleep.”)
You really kept a diary like that? That’s amazing! I grew up with cats, then came dogs, then cats again, so to me they are part of life. I ‘ve never thought of actually observing them and recording my observations.
No, I just have an over-active imagination that periodically puts stuff like that into a comment. LOL! The blog is the closest I get to a diary.
Initially, blogs were supposed to be diaries, but they quickly evolved into a free-for-all we have now.
That was my impression of them when I started mine in 2009.
By the time I started in 2016, they were anything but.
Yes, they have become about specialized interests – travel, commercial interests, religions, cats, dogs, politics, and just about anything else one can imagine.
People have different interest, so it’s only to be expected, but it has become more of a means of performing for others, rather than self-expression. I am guilty of that myself, but that’s the journalist in me; I can’t help it.
He has a strong personality, and knows what he likes! 😻
And how, John! When Andy says “no!” he means it.