My Kitties

I have a myriad of topics that I could discuss on here. Considering that I have had a few beers, three to be exact, and that I am tired from a day of shows, Ive come to the decision that I will discuss a lighter topic that is easier to write about. So, here we go!

My cats will be the discussion of this evening :) Im definitely a cat person! If you have never been over to my home, you have probably never met my cats, though you may have heard stories about them or at least heard their names.

All of my life, I have lived with cats. I have had dogs, too, but Im not very fond of dogs. The first two cats that we had since before I was born were named ambrosia and amnesia. As I got older we had Sunny, Willow, Rascal, and chicklet. By the time I was 15, I knew that I wanted a unique name for our next cat. I had moved out of my house by 17 to train at the Kirov Academy of Ballet in DC and at that point, my mom had gotten a new cat. As the years passed, she got two more cats. I really, really wanted to name a cat psycho. I dont know why, but I thought it was the funniest, most unique name. So, when I got my own cats, I finally got my wish and named one of my cats Psycho!

PSYCHO

So, here is Psycho! Psycho was a lucky kitty. When I first wanted to get a cat, I decided that I was just going to get one. I didnt think that I could afford two cats and, to be honest, I didnt want to clean up litter for two cats. I'd never tell him, but he was my second choice, but Ill get to that later.

Although, Psycho was my second choice, Im so glad that I got him. Psycho is a light, cream color. Not orange, but somewhere between orange and vanilla. He has a really unique looking face. I call him "my little lion." His face isnt shaped like your typical Domestic Short Hair'ed cat, but I like it. Also, when he was a baby, he kind of had a lazy eye. But, Im glad that as he got older he grew out of that because my first boyfriend had a really lazy eye and it kind of reminded me of him. Anyway, the funny thing about Psycho is that he isnt really that Psycho at all. He is the most chill cat that you have ever met. I would definitely call him a lap cat. You can pick him up and hold him upside down and walk around for 5 minutes and he wouldnt really care that you were doing that. He loves to be pet on his belly and will welcome any newcomers into our house. He is our little mechanical cat. He can open any cabinet door, manipulate any sliding door, and sneak into any space. When he was younger, he used to try and hide on the bottom shelf of the refrigerator. Admittedly, one time, I even left him in the fridge for five minutes until I realized that he was nowhere to be found. He loves to go outside on our balcony and he loves to cuddle. At night, he sleeps next to me (if i choose to sleep on the side of the bed thats not against the wall) and rests with his head on my hand. That is his most comfortable position and I think its the cutest thing ever. DJ thinks that Psycho is trying to kill him with his shit. That is the one unfortunate thing about Psycho, he never learned how to cover up after he used the litter box and he has some rank methane stored up in his body. Luckily, we always know what is coming because the moment that he goes, he runs around the apartment and shows why his name is Psycho.


Maddie
Maddie is a beautiful, calico colored cat. When I first went to the pet store, she was the first cat that I had my eye on. I asked the owners of the store if I could pick her up and they said yes and walked away. I tried to pick her up, and in typical Maddie fashion, she held onto the carpet inside of her crate and wouldnt let me pick her up. I walked away thinking, I dont want that cat. The owner asked if I had held her and I said that she wouldnt let me. The owner walked me over and yanked her reluctant self off the carpet and handed her over to me. The second she was in my arms, she started rubbing her face to my cheek and kissing my cheeks. I was hooked. She was going to be my Psycho. I had fallen SOOO in love with this cat at that very moment that I didnt want her to be alone. I didnt want her to be bored and waiting for me. So, I decided she needed a brother, and chose Psycho.

After taking Maddie home, I didnt name her for over a week. I already had Psycho's name set for almost 7 years. I felt she deserved to at least earn a name. So, for a week I dealt with her nuzzling my face for affection, trying to stick her mouth inside my mouth (She tried to make out with me for a year, but eventually gave up and now just nuzzles my face). Since she was so affectionate and loved to rub her face against every part of my body (minds out of the gutter people), I named her Madame-Rubs-A-Lot. I figured that would be to hard to say everytime I wanted to call her, so I affectionally gave her the nickname of Maddie.

Its kind of amusing because Maddie is so crazy and Psycho is so chill. Its almost as if they should have different names, but I like the idea that Psycho's name is mostly an oxymoron. Maddie is truly the crazy cat. She is EXTREMELY intelligent. She practically understands the English language. She is extremely tempermental. She is so loving and manipulative. When she wants something, she knows how to get it. Its almost like Maddie is the brains and Psycho is the brawn. Maddie is super affectionate with me, but isnt very fond of other people. I take pride in the fact that I have raised my cats not to scratch or bite people. But, Maddie is a BITCH! My nickname for her is actually "Kitty McBitch Bitch." She will let you get super close to her, but walk away before you can pet her. She knows she is pretty and abuses that privelege.
When Dan first moved to Seattle, Maddie used to only let DJ pet her when I wasnt home. She would never let me see that she was willing to show affection to anybody but me. She is extremely loyal to me, too. She actually acts like a dog to me. Sometimes, I walk around our apartment in circles just to watch Maddie follow me around. Ive done this for more than 5 minutes once and she never ceased to follow. Anyway, although I love her dearly, she is like a teenager. She drives me nuts sometimes with her moods. She cant sit on my lap for more than 5 minutes and she is always getting into trouble.

With all that said, my cats are awesome and I am so lucky to have them to keep me company. They have been with me through some of my lowest times. They know when things arent good. They laid with me when I cried after my first love and I ended it, they were by my side every moment of the time that I was home for a month when I had mono and only 2 friends dared visit me for my month of misery, and most recently, when I had complications after my nasal surgery, they laid at my side and on my legs, even as I kicked my legs in bed in a panic as I choked on my own blood clots. My cats are the most loyal, loving kitties and I wouldnt trade them for a thing in the world. It's funny, my mom calls them her grandkids, and in a way they are almost like kids. I love them much!