reasons

One reason why it is not fun being me:

( bodily functions TMI )

And to balance that out, one reason why it /is/ fun being me:

I am owned by a kitty of epic cuteness that will walk over my keyboard to get attention from me, and when I back up to make room for her on my lap/stomach, will promptly proceed to exfoliate properly groom my face, hand, other hand, first hand again, seatbelt, other hand again, her tail tip, both hands yet again, my wheelchair joystick (yes it was off!), and my hands again, all the while purring up a storm.

(I swear she likes licking better than she likes getting petted.)

Bride of Kittehspam!

Currentest photo:



This is a) my horribly messy desk, with b) kitty settled on it and purring madly even though I am neither petting her nor being licked. She has beneath her a stack of papers / notepads / book / fuckifIknow, a ball of yarn, part of a dressing stick, a candle (not lit of course), and maybe some other things.

Conclusion: Cats can be comfortable in the strangest positions.

She has also fallen for the laser pointer dot of evil:



The first few times I tried it on her, she just gave me a "what on EARTH are you doing young lady" look of disdain. But she gets into feisty moods -- you know, the sort where she will pounce on invisible carpet animals, or attack the cat tree like it's been infested by demons -- and in those moods, she will chase the laser pointer. Down the hall, up the hall, around in circles, up the cat tree, down the cat tree, skidding onto the linoleum...

She sometimes stops and licks her paw / tail / nether regions, as kind of a "Okay I've humored you but I am so not falling for that again" memo.

Except that the laser pointer dot goes zip and then zap and off she goes.

(When she's near to losing interest she will track it but not actually go after it, and that's when I stop.)

She also has claimed as her own the couch:



and, when I'm not in it, my bed:



(When I am in bed, she will sometimes claim my chair. Which is kind of adorable.)

...I need to make an icon of Suri, I really do.

She is, I think, smarter than I gave her credit for.

So, okay. In the first few days, attempts to entice her with laser pointerage were met with "Honestly, you expect me to fall for that?" looks. I figured that she had figured out that the red dot came from the thing in my hand and therefore was not worth chasing.

Except then, if I got her in the right moods, she'd go nuts trying to get it. So maybe it was worth chasing after all.

Tonight?

Tonight, she stared directly at me, giving unambiguous attention-seeking mrrps. I, being a dutiful cat pet, went away from the computer so she could jump up on my lap, and made the clicks that I somehow came up with as a way to encourage her, and made the jump-up-yes-it's-okay taps, that she usually responds to.

Nothing; if she'd been human, she would have sighed. She gave up and went back over to her food bowl.

On a whim, I picked up the laser pointer and flicked it on, pointing at the floor. She immediately jumped on it.

And something in my brain clicked: it's not just that she's playing with the laser pointer dot, chasing and pouncing and trying to nom. It's also that it's a connection between the two of us: she knows that I am associated, somehow, with the dot that must be vanquished, and she can request it from me.

Why yes, as it turns out, humans /can/ sometimes be trained!

(Of course she then had to ruin it by disappearing into the kitchen and jumping up on one of the Forbidden Counters -- which she /knows/ is forbidden, because she did the "crap I've been caught" slinkysulk -- so no more laser pointer for now. Daft cat.)