puddingcat: (Crazy cat lady)
puddingcat ([personal profile] puddingcat) wrote2006-11-30 10:00 am
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Cats.

Anyone have any idea why Pootle felt it essential to jump on my head at 3am and trample it, while turbopurring like a DBS and dribbling in my ear? So essential, in fact, that even being pushed off twice didn't stop her; she just bounced off the floor & right back onto the pillow again.

Of course, that just woke Sausage up, and he bounced on my ribs until I rolled over & let him snore on my tummy. I'm glad someone got a good night's sleep.

Is this what they call being pussywhipped?

[identity profile] pmoodie.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 10:04 am (UTC)(link)
Is this what they call being pussywhipped?

No.

I got the first good night's sleep I've had in aaaages last night, thanks to ear-plug technology! :)

[identity profile] puddingcat.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Rubbish!

Next thing, you'll be telling me a hummer isn't necessarily a large American car!

[identity profile] pmoodie.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It isn't.

It's a particularly noxious fart that smells like a mixture of rotten eggs and marsh-gas.

[identity profile] princesspy.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 10:05 am (UTC)(link)
I get that most nights. A friend stayed over once and happened to walk in my room the next morning, he thought I was wearing a hat in bed.

When I try to push Pippa off, she circles round my head and thwaps me with her paw on my nose then headbuts me violently. Busby then sits on my chest purring like a traction engine and rendering me immobile. I think they just like seeing me squirm. Keeps me warm though.

[identity profile] puddingcat.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Most nights, I get Pootle wrapped round my head & Sausage asleep by my knees. I get a small amount of trampling as they settle down, then they're quiet until they think they have a chane of getting breakfast.

Last night was Party Night. Apparently.

[identity profile] ihavecake.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
All humans are pussywhipped. Every cat reserves the right to do whatever they want, whenever they want to. It's just some cats exert this right more than others...

[identity profile] puddingcat.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
That sounds about right. I know my place.

[identity profile] miss-s-b.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 10:14 am (UTC)(link)
Byron was all clingy and snuggly last night too. Must be something in the water.

[identity profile] puddingcat.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, the sky was the brightest pink I've seen loutside a cybergoth convention this morning, so perhaps it's an atmpospheric thing?

[identity profile] miss-s-b.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
He's been clingy all day...

[identity profile] karohemd.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 11:40 am (UTC)(link)
Closing your bedroom door would prevent any cat invasion at night...

[identity profile] twisted-times.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)

...and precipitate the creation of a shredded door instead

[identity profile] karohemd.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Some stainless steel should do the trick. ;o)

[identity profile] cabd.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
If you're going to wire the door into the mains as a cat deterrent, I'd go for copper.

[identity profile] karohemd.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 01:25 pm (UTC)(link)
That's far too cruel, I was thinking metal sheeting.

[identity profile] puddingcat.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Then they spend all night (until I give in) scrabbling a the door & the carpet and howling. If they're particularly pissed off, they'll bring Something in and disembowel it as well.

[identity profile] twisted-times.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 01:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Whenever I got to bed, Jools always bimbles into the room, jumps on top of me, sits on my chest and purrs like a Bugatti, even while I pick her up and show to the end of the bed to keep my feet warm and stop my chest from being crushed. She usually disagrees with this course of action and clambers back up my chest two or three time before she elects to sleep on my feet instead.

In the mornings I usually get tagg-teamed by Stark and Domino sitting on my chest, sometimes joined by Jools to make it three against one. Call me crazy, but I think it's their way of letting me know that they think I should get out of bed and feed them...

[identity profile] puddingcat.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Like I said to [livejournal.com profile] princesspy, I'm used to them sitting on my head & knees. I'm not used to early morning outpourings of love & devotion (and dribble) while having my ear chewed.

[identity profile] twisted-times.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Stark tends to lick me to death whenever he sees me (I'm definitely his person) but especially when he wants fed. I think that's a lot to with him having no voice and he can't meow, so he's very physically demonstrative.

[identity profile] ladynaberrie.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 02:34 pm (UTC)(link)
I think that's being pussytrampled.

[identity profile] puddingcat.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
If squeezyfeet weren't so adorable (hair between the toes!), I'd have been annoyed...

[identity profile] ladynaberrie.livejournal.com 2006-11-30 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Fergi's cuteness is the only thing that allows him to stay in one piece every time he tries to demolish my tree or chew my shoes on the rack.

[identity profile] twisted-times.livejournal.com 2006-12-04 02:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Or she could just get them perpetually stoned on catnip instead... ;p