Giant Emo Kitty Has A Sad
Jun. 30th, 2010 05:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So Mr. Dorian Mome Rath Abomination Gray, my beloved giant kitty of doom, has been unusually cranky and needy and altogether emotastic the past two days. I think it's because I've been back here for about a week, and in the time since we moved here that's about how long I've been in Nebraska at a stretch before going off somewhere else for two-three weeks at a time.
Note: conversations we're not having here include "cats don't miss people when they're gone" and "cats don't have a sense of time". Cats have a better sense of time than I do. I used to have a cat who I fed every evening at 10:30. If I was in my room, she parked herself outside the door a few hours before and then if I didn't come out of the room at exactly 10:30 she'd start howling. It got to be such a ritual with her that she'd park herself outside the room even if I wasn't in there, and I'd have to go inside the room and come out before she'd accept my offering of food with good grace.
When we got two other cats it turned into a bit of a cargo cult, with her as high priestess and the others mimicking her posture and vocalizations. One of the cats (this being Mr. Dorian) didn't even like the canned chicken. He wouldn't touch it. He just went along with it every night for the fellowship.
As for cats not missing people... my very patient housemate
bryirfox can attest otherwise, after putting up with Dorian's Mournful Songs of Mourning every time I go away.
Note: conversations we're not having here include "cats don't miss people when they're gone" and "cats don't have a sense of time". Cats have a better sense of time than I do. I used to have a cat who I fed every evening at 10:30. If I was in my room, she parked herself outside the door a few hours before and then if I didn't come out of the room at exactly 10:30 she'd start howling. It got to be such a ritual with her that she'd park herself outside the room even if I wasn't in there, and I'd have to go inside the room and come out before she'd accept my offering of food with good grace.
When we got two other cats it turned into a bit of a cargo cult, with her as high priestess and the others mimicking her posture and vocalizations. One of the cats (this being Mr. Dorian) didn't even like the canned chicken. He wouldn't touch it. He just went along with it every night for the fellowship.
As for cats not missing people... my very patient housemate
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