Our cats love us and can become attached to anything that bears our scent. I’ve noticed our three cats have latched on to particular personal items belonging to the human family members in our home. It’s sweet, really; however, sometimes they refuse to move. That’s usually when we give in and wear something else. It is all about the cats’ comfort, after all.
Here are five of my family’s personal articles the cats just can’t get enough of:
This is true for most anything that smells like my son, but she has a special fondness for his backpack … probably because it’s a bag. Not probably. Definitely.
Phoebe hijacks the pack as soon as he drops it, and proceeds to snuggle in for a nap. And when he actually needs to use it, and asks her to remove herself, she pretends like she doesn’t hear him. Strange how all cats have that “selective hearing” thing, huh?
I’m a cardigan girl, and personally think it’s one of my best qualities. You see, temperature variances are unavoidable, and with a cardigan, you’re always prepared. I think I have about eight of them, in a variety of colors and levels of warmth. I just said goodbye to “Old Gray,” the best, most trustworthy cardigan I’ve had the pleasure of knowing. She stood strong for 15 or more years, and only last year became threadbare. She’s still hanging in my closet, though. I haven’t come to terms with sending her on to that big Target in the sky.
Because of my cardigan obsession, there are frequently one or two laying around the house. I think Phoebe is a cardigan girl as well because she zones in on their locations and immediately claims them as her own. I always knew she was smart.
Cosmo is my boy, but he’s kind of gross sometimes. In fact, I’ve written about my beloved weirdo’s grossness right here on Catster. He loves the socks, especially ones that are properly “seasoned.” My husband has a habit of taking off his socks at night and dropping them beside his chair in the living room. Cosmo looks forward to this time of the evening. He’s also especially fond of my teenage son’s socks, which also gather on the floor. And as anyone knows, teenage boys’ socks are the crown jewel of all stinky socks.
Saffy’s a total daddy’s girl, and frequently nests on anything that belongs to dear old dad. It’s really kind of cute to hear him happen upon her and baby talk while he moves her from his coat. She doesn’t care about the baby talk, and gives him a raspy reply with her old lady meow. She always forgives him, though.
Cosmo frequently “makes biscuits” on my cushy purple robe. I really don’t blame him — it’s quite cozy and I do smell pretty good most of the time. He sometimes initiates a more intimate relationship with it, though. You know what I mean — the twitchy hips and all. My robe has been violated by that cat more times than I can count. Who am I to judge that kind of love?
Is your cat partial to one or more of your personal articles? Tell us about it 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.