Cats!

Diamond and I on the living room sofa. Isn't he cute? :3

                Anyone who has ever seen a housecat before knows the craziness that cats seem to find themselves in all the time. My own cat, Diamond, is no exception, and I’m about to share with you some weird things that my cat has done throughout the course of his life (He is currently 13 years old).

• We lived with my aunt and uncle the year after we moved from Maryland to New York until we bought the house where I am now typing this blog. During that time, my uncle taught Diamond to drink from the bathtub faucet by letting him into the bathroom and drinking from the faucet. Today, he doesn’t drink from a bowl unless he’s severely thirsty, and he’ll chase you into the bathroom to yell at you to make sure that you don’t forget to give him a drink while you’re in there.

• Every day for the last week when I got home from school, I have returned to a cat that jumps up at the doorjambs, slides back down to the floor (he has no claws on his front paws), and then proceeds to run through the living room and up the stairs as fast as he can. The cause of this phenomenon has yet to be discovered.

• I can’t play fetch with my dog, but Diamond sure likes the game. If I have one of those hollow kitty balls with the bell inside and throw it for him,  he will run after it, bat it around with his paws a few times, pick it up in his mouth, and deposit it back at your feet for you to throw it again. This is particularly fun when you throw the ball down the stairs because you can hear everything: the ball hitting the stairs, Diamond running at the ball, the ball skittering across the floor after Diamond plays with it a little, and the short jingling noise as the ball is carried upstairs and placed on the kitchen floor by the door, ready to be tossed downstairs again.

• If I decide to use the computer (which, let’s face it, is all the time), Diamond must be present at all times. He will cry until noticed and invited onto my lap, but he doesn’t stay on my lap for very long. He just uses it as a stepstool to get onto the computer desk itself and sleep on my hands or arms while I type/use the mouse. Any movement for any reason whatsoever that does not involve minor movements of my fingers, wrists, or arms is a potentially deadly decision and may be retaliated against with cries of agitation and/or teeth in my flesh.

• I can do anything that I want to Diamond, and 99.99% of the time, he won’t give even half a care. There are two prime examples of this. 1) You know those statues of the shepherd boy holding the lamb over his shoulders (shown right)? I am the shepherd boy, and Diamond is the lamb. I can walk around the entire house like that and he won’t care. 2) The other day my mom handed me a sock while we were folding laundry. I had the cat on my lap. I told her that I didn’t have its match and she said to just throw it out since it had probably been through the wash a few times already. So, I looked at the cat, looked at the sock, looked back, and stuck the sock on his head like it was a hat. He just sat there and looked around. As if to prove that he didn’t care, he was still purring.

            My cat is one of the strangest beings on this planet. He makes extraterrestrials look normal and average, and it’s for that reason that I love my cat more than anything on this earth. That and he’s fluffy!