Memory a Day 11: From a Low Angle

I missed day 10: Door. Well I took a photo, but it was too embarrassingly bad to post so I didn’t.

I’m making up for it with a picture of the elusive Mean in today’s prompt:

From a low angle

Nellie Monster doesn’t show up too often on the blog mostly because she hates me and most everyone else, except Mehusbandy. Lately though she’s been hanging out with me and the dogs in the yard. She’ll hang around as long as we don’t get to close or try to touch her. I don’t know if she’s getting older and calming down, but she’s been changing a lot. She’s been spending more time inside and even playing a little bit, although I can’t ever get close enough to see what she’s playing with.

I’ve been trying to remember how old she is. My records are conflicting, but I think she’s only six which isn’t that old for a cat. I view living with Nellie much like how nature photographers must feel, I find her fascinating to watch, but know I’m risking my life if I get too close. So you can imagine my surprise when she came and slept on me two nights ago. ON me! I dared not move since I thought she might have finally decided to take me out in my sleep. But she just laid there and purred for a second and then moved on. I’m sure she needed something and was devastated when she realized I still don’t speak her language.

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Nearly Wordless Wednesday: Magnus and the Mean

Can’t go totally wordless on this one since this is a sight I’ve never seen and it sorta made me all warm and snuggly inside. I’ve shared before how Nellie is an evil spawn. Mehusbandy is the only person on earth she likes at all and she’s still a brat to him sometimes. So when she was laying in the only spot of sunshine and Magnus decided he needed to share her space for his daily sunny nap I thought he was asking for trouble. It was a pleasant surprise when instead of trying to slit his throat she let him snuggle up with her. I guess even the Mean needs a Cavalier snuggle once in a while!


Wordless Wednesday: The Mean


Cats have 4 legs too

Obviously most of what I write is geared toward lessons from our K9 four legged friends. But felines have four legs too ya know. I have two, cats that is. . .well and legs too, thank goodness! But back to the cats. I have two, both rescue kitties and complete opposites.

We have Edie, the scaredy cat and Nellie, the meanest cat alive. Ironically Nellie came home with me at four weeks old to be my ‘cuddly kitten.’ That lasted about 3 days before her true personality came out. The first time she went to the vet for shots he came in and said, “have you ever had a tortoiseshell cat before?”

“No.” I innocently and ignorantly responded.

“You might find she can be slightly moody.” he replied, with I’m sure no malice intended. Can anyone say: understatement of the year? I can!

This ‘cuddly kitten’ quickly ceased to be called Nellie and is most often referred to simply as, “Mean” or if we feel charitable, “The Mean.” It’s not intended to be malicious we just tend to call things as they are around here.

So now to the point, for all her quirks she is quite simply the smartest cat I’ve ever known. Not that  I don’t think cats are smart, sometimes I think their intelligence quota outranks some humans I’ve known. Really I think she spends so much time with the dogs that she thinks she is a dog, just a far superior one of course!

Why do I think that? Well, we have bells on the back door that the dogs ring when they need to go out. The dogs and ‘The Mean’ that is. I never knew cats could learn stuff like that. I’m not one of those cool people who has ever trained a cat before although I know a lot of cool people who clicker train cats I just never have. And I think I would be seriously taking my life in my hands if I tried to interact too much with her. We have developed a ‘don’t mess with me and I won’t claw your eyes out while you sleep’ pact. But evidently she doesn’t need me to train her cause she’s got that covered all on her own.

Thus the bell ringing trick, which admittedly I think is pretty cool even if she does still hate me.

And now: “The Mean”