Kitty whiskers! What’s not to love about them? Sure, I know all about how they have a purpose and are a major part of a cat’s sensory communication, but … CUTE! This is not a post about anything scientific, and I sure don’t plan to teach you anything. I just want an outlet on which to share my adoration of the feline whisker.
Sometimes I sit and stare at my cats, examining nearly every square inch of their bodies, including the whiskers. It’s completely mesmerizing. I know you know what I mean. Here are six things I love about those sweet little kitty whiskers.
While my kitties are sleeping, I can’t resist smoothing their whiskers against their fuzzy little cheeks. Phoebe is my favorite subject when it comes to this activity. I don’t know why this smoothing business amuses me so, but it does. Then I have to lean down and kiss her smooth snout. And then I let go and the whiskers pop back up into position. Love.
Saffy has the longest, wildest whiskers I’ve ever seen. They remind me of the stereotypical mad scientists’ hair, but as cat whiskers. If a cat were a mad scientist, she’d look like Saffy. The only kind of science Saffy practices, though, involve experiments on various methods of stealing other cats’ food. She conducts those experiments a lot. Like every day. I don’t think she’s even close to determining a conclusion.
You know when cats yawn and their whiskers flare forward? Yeah, that. I love that. They’re like little jazz hands when they’re flared like that. Jazz-hand whiskers are just the best. You know, you’re probably going to think about jazz hands the next time your cat yawns. “Start spreading the mews …”
Cosmo has the tidiest white whiskers, and they look especially fantastic against his sleek black fur. Here’s something cool I’d like to share: Hidden within the explosion of bright whisker action are one or two lone black ones. You’d never see them unless you looked really closely, and even then they’re nearly invisible. Witness relocation for whiskers: You’re doing it right.
I’ve known Cosmo 12 years and I only just started paying attention to the single whiskers that stick out of the side of his head like the Frankenstein monster’s neck screws. I know that sounds weird, but it’s the first thing that popped into my mind. He’s no monster, though. He’s glorious.
I always giggle when I happen upon a stray whisker that had fallen off one of my kitties. I hold it between my fingers and sometimes tickle my face with it. Once I held one against my cheek to see what I’d look like with a whisker. I don’t look nearly as cute as my cats do, and I honestly didn’t expect to.
What do you love about your cats’ whiskers? Tell us in the comments!
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About the Author: Angie Bailey is an eternal optimist with an adoration of all things silly. Loves pre-adolescent boy humor, puns, making up parody songs, thinking about cats doing people things and The Smiths. Writes Catladyland, a cat humor blog, Texts from Mittens (birthed right here on Catster) and authored whiskerslist: the kitty classifieds, a silly book about cats wheeling and dealing online. Partner in a production company and writes and acts in comedy web series that features sketches and mockumentaries. Mother to two humans and three cats, all of which want her to make them food.