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Obligatory Occasional Cat Post
People who have cats, babies/toddlers, and puppies can’t resist cornering every random stranger they meet and flashing wallet pictures at them. Or, worse—giving them detailed stories about what said cat, baby/toddler, or puppy did that morning. This is a medical condition known as Gushitis and there is no cure.
I’m just explaining why I have to post about my cats every so often on this blog, even though they aren’t horse related. My spleen could explode if I didn’t.
So. Tweedledee and Tweedledumb eat Cheerios. With relish. We discovered this accidentally, when they got to some spilled Cheerios before we did. At least we know what to feed them the next time we forget to buy cat food.
Meanwhile, old lady Pook has made her own discovery: heating pads.
She and I were curled on the couch together—I had the heating pad on my back and she was using my lap for her own personal heating pad, as she does. I got up to get a drink. Opportunist that she is, she moved to the cushion I’d been sitting on, because she knows all about retained heat and warm cushions.
Except this time I’d left the heating pad on. I came back from the kitchen to find her stretched out on the pad, purring her heart out.
Eventually, I convinced her that my house mate’s seat warmer thing (you heat it up in the microwave and it stays warm for a couple hours—it’s a great cushion to take to sporting events) was just as nice as the heating pad. Nicer, in my view, because there’s nothing electrical about it. Less worry is good, right? I wanted my heating pad back, too.
My house mate came home from work and looked at the two of us stretched out on the couch, both with our heating pads, and asked, “So, what’s wrong with you?”
“Sore back,” I said. That sounds a lot better than “It’s cold and I’m a wimp.”
“What’s Pook’s excuse?”
“It’s cold and she’s a wimp.”
She looked at Pook, still stretched out and purring happily, and sighed. “I’m not getting that seat warmer back, am I?”
Yeah, I should have thought of that before I borrowed it. I did promise to buy her a new one, though.
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On Feb 26, 2007, Riderone said:
Gushitis! Hah! That explains the glazed look on the faces of friends as I tell them another cat story.