March 7th 2014 10:01 am
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Purring, waving his tail slowly back and forth, Dova saunters up to me. He pauses, rubs his head against my arm, then he comes up and headbutts me gently under the chin.
"Oh how sweet," I think as I obligingly respond by scratching him behind the ears.
Dova continues to purr so innocently and sweetly as he stands there right in front of my face, clearly enjoying having his head and neck scratched.
Suddenly.......AH-CHOOOOOO! Like a speeding bullet, something sticky and damp hits me in the face. Ewwww it's kitty snot!
"Dova," I ask, "Why did you sneeze on me?"
"Well Mom," he replied. "I had the ideal moment, I had the sneeze coming, the target was too tempting, and I just had to seize sneeze the moment and fire! It was too funny to resist!"
"Ugh Dova," I said. "Now I don't suppose you'll get me a kleenex to wipe it off, will you?"
"No can do," Dova answered. "That's a human's job not a kitty's job."
"Just like a cat," I muttered.
Dova continued to stand there purring as he watched me get the kleenex and rather disgustedly wipe my face off. After I got my face wiped, I obligingly went back to scratching him again.
"Sorry," Dova said. "Couldn't resist a repeat!"
December 17th 2013 1:12 pm
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No matter how careful and prudent one is, things can happen. This particular incident made for one scary hellish day of fear, worry, anxiety, and frantic searching. Certainly it wasn't the way I would ever choose to spend a Sunday afternoon and evening!
As I came back inside from taking Destiny out to relieve herself, she was pulling at the lead and jumping up and down. At this same time, I closed the door. This door opens onto an area between the house, the feral room which is separate from the house, and the garage. This area also has an opening into the crawl space under the house. The crawl space has at least one entrance to the outside, provided by a most unwelcome raccoon who is hibernating under the house and who as soon as he or she wakes up, is going to get live trapped and relocated to a wildlife area far from here.
For some reason, the door failed to latch securely although to the eye, it appeared closed...either that or else some cat managed to turn the knob and open the door (although that door doesn't open as easily as most doors do.) I put Destiny in her crate and went back to doing some things online. About an hour passed, then suddenly Destiny began barking loudly again. Thinking it was too soon for her to really need to go out again but at the same time, not wanting to risk her making a mess inside, I put her halter and lead on and went to take her out. As I walked toward the door, I was horrified to find it ajar and open just enough for a cat to easily go through it.
Panicked I flung the door open and called "Here kitty kitty kitty." Destiny started barking in excitement, after all she never had seen cats in that particular area between the doors and the garage before. Little Skittles darted between Destiny's feet and ran into the house. Hurriedly, I put Destiny back in her crate and then returned to the area between the doors, calling frantically, "Here kitty kitty." Buddha, Classy, Velcro, and Jag came running into the house. I called again without any more response. I immediately went back in the house and started noting who was inside. While I was taking note of who was still inside, Russ and Christine showed up unexpectedly. I told them what was going on and Russ went into the area between the doors and called. Milo and Moose came to him and he put them back into the house. Now there were only two cats unaccounted for, Mika and Dova.
Russ put on a worker's type jumpsuit and crawled into the crawl space under the house with a flashlight, searching to see if either of the two missing cats were there. There was no sign of either cat. Russ began searching for cat tracks in the fresh snow around the house. He didn't find any cat tracks. Apparently none of the cats had gotten any further than the crawl space. Knowing there was a raccoon under the house made me even more scared and worried though. If a cat bothers a raccoon, a raccoon is likely to kill the cat.
Still, there was no sign of either Dova or Mika. Russ and Christine drove around the neighborhood to see if there was any sign of the missing cats.' There was no sign of either cat. Russ crawled into the crawl space under the house to look. The only creature under the house Russ saw was the hibernating raccoon. Russ said the raccoon watched with curiosity when Russ was calling under the house, trying to find the missing cats.
Russ and Christine had to go to the store. While they went to the store, I continued to go check the area between the doors and call, "Here kitty kitty," hoping one or both missing cats would turn up.
It was 8:27 pm when I went again to check the area between the doors. I was greeted by a wonderful sight, little Dova at the door wanting to come into the house. I had been so worried about him, there are so many dangers outside and Dova's just a kitten. Interestingly Dova was dry and clean. He could not have wandered around the crawl space much without getting muddy. He could not have gone outside without getting wet from the snow. My guess is that he was sleeping somewhere under the house and being infuriatingly catlike, simply chose to stay quiet while frantic humans called him.
At 8:31 pm Russ and Christine were back from the store. I told Russ that only four minutes earlier, Dova had returned and was now safely back in the house. There was still no sign of Mika though. Russ walked to the back bedroom to look again in Mika's favorite "hang-out" spot. There sat Mika back in his spot. The time was 8:35 pm. Mika had never gotten outside, he merely had been hiding somewhere inside the whole time I was frantically looking and calling him and Dova. We were all so relieved. I especially was relieved.
After all afternoon and most of the evening of searching for Dova and Mika, it seems strange that both cats turned up within the same 8 minute time period and right when Russ and Christine got back from the store. It felt so good to be able to sit down and relax, knowing everyone was once again safely inside where they belong. For the rest of that night and part of the next day, Dova stuck to me like glue. He followed me around and whenever I sat he lay down on my lap and when I laid down, he would snuggle right under my chin which is one of his favorite spots to lay. He clearly was very glad to be back inside...the big mystery still is: Why didn't he come running any of those times we were searching for him and calling him? Its a question people've asked an uncountable number of times and a question that only cats know the answer to...and the cats keep the answer secret from us!
November 26th 2013 12:10 pm
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I sit watching TV. Just when the show starts to get interesting, Dova hops up onto my chest and stands right in front of my face.
"Hey Dova," I say. "Move! I can't see the TV."
In response Dova shifts position so now instead of seeing his side, his rear end is right in front of my face.
"Dova! You're not transparent you know, so MOVE IT," I tell him.
In response, Dova turns around and headbutts me, purring loudly. Then he reassumes his position with his rear end staring me in the face.
"Dova," I say again. "I want to see the TV NOT your anus!"
Dova stares at the TV, pointedly ignoring me.
"Dova you better move or I'll move you!" I threaten.
That does it, Dova lays down stretched across me just under my chin, purring louder than ever. Well, it's not the most comfortable position for me to have him jammed right under my chin, especially when he rolls over and starts putting his paws in my face.
But at least the view is better. I can see the TV now.