silly things about Zombie
Cut because it's cat-obsessed mush :)
She meows all the time, for example: when she's curious, discovered something, hungry, bored, nervous, or just to converse. By the end of the day, she's so hoarse she creaks rather than meows.
"Hungry" doesn't mean "go to food bowl." If she's near the food, she'll eat. Otherwise, she'll chew on whatever's nearest and complain if it doesn't work. "Bored" similarly doesn't mean "go to people." It means whine for attention until they come to her, or just fall asleep on the nearest soft surface. (Thankfully "need to pee" does mean "go to litterbox" and scratching doesn't really occur to her unless she's in front of the scratching post)
Laps are ultimate comfort even if she isn't balanced very well. She won't even adjust balance, to the point she fell through my legs once. The only reason it hasn't happened again is that I've learned to adjust her.
Huge flying leaps are her specialty. Tim's favorite game with her is "Indiana Jones", played with a cork on a string. The cork lands on top of things and she leaps to follow it. Last night she flew out of nowhere to land in the middle of a plate of cheese on the dining room table, which is three feet high (and she'd been on the ground).
Whoever's lap she was on last is the best one. She'll go to great lengths to get it back, until her allegiance is switched with sufficient petting.
She likes tea.
If she wants reassurance, she climbs your chest and begs to bump noses. If you won't, she gets really worried.
She's a purr machine. Any petting results in purrs unless she's asleep or seriously distracted. Grooming, putting on her harness, messing with her collar, and clipping her nails can all count.
That's enough obsessing for now.
She meows all the time, for example: when she's curious, discovered something, hungry, bored, nervous, or just to converse. By the end of the day, she's so hoarse she creaks rather than meows.
"Hungry" doesn't mean "go to food bowl." If she's near the food, she'll eat. Otherwise, she'll chew on whatever's nearest and complain if it doesn't work. "Bored" similarly doesn't mean "go to people." It means whine for attention until they come to her, or just fall asleep on the nearest soft surface. (Thankfully "need to pee" does mean "go to litterbox" and scratching doesn't really occur to her unless she's in front of the scratching post)
Laps are ultimate comfort even if she isn't balanced very well. She won't even adjust balance, to the point she fell through my legs once. The only reason it hasn't happened again is that I've learned to adjust her.
Huge flying leaps are her specialty. Tim's favorite game with her is "Indiana Jones", played with a cork on a string. The cork lands on top of things and she leaps to follow it. Last night she flew out of nowhere to land in the middle of a plate of cheese on the dining room table, which is three feet high (and she'd been on the ground).
Whoever's lap she was on last is the best one. She'll go to great lengths to get it back, until her allegiance is switched with sufficient petting.
She likes tea.
If she wants reassurance, she climbs your chest and begs to bump noses. If you won't, she gets really worried.
She's a purr machine. Any petting results in purrs unless she's asleep or seriously distracted. Grooming, putting on her harness, messing with her collar, and clipping her nails can all count.
That's enough obsessing for now.