We left our little cave only once to pick up a few things at the store. We were lucky we did too...for we found a half mile in Burbank covered in snow. Snow is so unheard of here that everyone was out of their houses and making snowmen. Dogs were running around and playing. And of course the news vans were out filming. It was surreal really. It looked like a movie set. It was fun though.
Alas, we did our shopping and headed back home to the cats. Our cozy, lazy cats. However, by the end of the weekend, they were extremely bored cats. Under most circumstances cats are supposed to be independent and aloof. Our cats aren't.
We have bi-polar cats. While one is needy and cuddly. The other is an asshole. Bob loves to be held...no demands to be held. Bob will walk over and sit on what ever you are paying more attention to. He's such an attention whore, that he will fall over in front of you to trip you while you walk. He's got moves you've never seen in another attention whores. He's really taken it to a new level.
On the other hand we have the asshole Dexter. Like I have described in past blogs, he's a bit of a jerk. He doesn't want you to touch him, he doesn't want you to look at him, he doesn't like when I talk to him. When I do, he looks at me with the "God, you annoy me" look. Then he adds in the "come any closer and I'll cut you" tail flick.
However, at the end of a long weekend locked up in doors, they are both bored out of their minds. Guess who is in charge of entertaining them? Both of these brats sit right in front of me and just stare at me. Of course I oblige...I have never won a cat staring contest. So, we play fetch and attack...and they are happy.
Sunday night ended with Bob acting like a spoiled brat and Dexter with an attitude.
I love that he doesn't want me touching him, but he'll hit me with his tail and then get mad at me for touching me.