My cats are all up in my business. When I sleep, they're there wanting to sleep on top of me; when I wake up to use the bathroom and brush my teeth, they're there wanting to sit on my lap and/or leap on my back and/or have me turn on the bathtub water for them to drink; and when I'm trying to get stuff done, they're there, begging for attention or playtime or cuddles. And sometimes, they all want to cuddle with me at once:
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I totally love them, but sometimes they drive me crazy! Currently, Inky is in a phase where he likes to get into Matt's underwear & socks, especially his socks, carry them one-by-one or two-by-two in his mouth from the bedroom into one of the other rooms in the house. Usually, he takes them to the two front rooms, but sometimes he'll take them to the kitchen or my studio.
He usually does his sock-carrying in the evening. He'll start slowly skulking around, depositing socks, and keep it up - off and on - for hours if he's in the right mood. By the time we wake up in the morning, Inky's left piles of socks everywhere that we have to gather up and put back away. But since the door of the wardrobe where Matt's socks are kept doesn't latch properly & Inky can always get back in, it's only a temporary measure.
Only then did he start drinking from the water. X_x
It's odd to me that he's doing this now. A couple years ago, he would do the same thing, but only with my scarf, at first. I even wrote a poem about it:
TalismanHe stopped doing it after a while, and since we moved into this apartment, he hadn't done it at all... until a few weeks ago when he started his obsession with Matt's socks.
Short, sheening obsidian fur, interrupted simply by
tuxedo shirt and gloves, my small kitten bounds in-
to the room, trilling a high octave bugle-run around
the thin gray-and-mauve scarf in his mouth,
trailing proudly behind him like a string of sausages
dearly earned, instead of my winter throat-warmer.
I don't know why he loves my scarf, is driven to
search it out, to parade it from room to room so
I'm constantly surprised upon waking
to observe its seeming teleportation. When I leave
our Midtown walk-up, it is triple-wrapped around my throat,
knotted ends bobbing like an over sized bow tie.
I steel myself against the cold as I close the glass-paneled door
and march purposefully down the sidewalk.
the knifing wind cuts swiftly into me, carrying your sweet scent
(that strangely smells of clover warm in the sun)
into my nostrils. Carrying the blessing of your breath,
olfactored purr, you
stay with me through the cold - patron saint of traveling.
Does anyone else have a cat who does stuff like this?
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