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Cats are so Fucking Cute

This morning, as I was writing in my journal, a clattering at the litter-box attracted my eyes just in time for me to see a poop fly out land on the kitchen floor. Was this a purposeful attack meant to send a message? It doesn’t matter. What matters is that my cats are the cutest cats in the world, and I’m about to write way more than anyone wants to read about the compound cat world. I know that no one cares, but that’s only because you spend too much time thinking about things that aren’t my cats. If you sat on the couch and watched my cats for 72 days, you would understand.

Cats’ tails don’t wag; they whip. At the compound, the cat most likely to be whipping her tail at any given moment is Azula. It’s not her fault she has the long silky fur of a Persian with the unique markings of a tortoiseshell. The right side of her face is that of an orange tabby, but on the left side is a raven marking that covers her eye like a crow’s profile with the beak pointing at the bottom of her nose. This gives her an air of mystery–like a dark queen slinking around a masquerade ball. Her mouth, being the palest part of her face, is highlighted by her little pink lips which are always turned up in a smile. She has the fluffy tail of a raccoon and wears a “white sock” on every paw. When she turns over on her back, she shows off a fluffy white tummy bordered by black and orange stripes. She’s a dream. Truly gorgeous. The conflict lies in the fact that everyone wants to pet and groom her, but she wants to be left alone plopped by the bookshelf, observing from the couchtop, or hiding in the bathroom. Wherever she is, she will be found, she will be pet, and her tail will whip. 

Morticia and Azula

Morticia was found in a five-gallon bucket with the rest of her litter at around 5 weeks old. Because she was weaned too early she is one of those cats who pacifies herself by sucking on something or someone, and I fear she may be sucking on her fluffy gray mommy-blanket into adulthood. I wonder if Azula thinks Morticia is a weird dork because of her prolonged nursing habit. Cats are like that. Morticia spends a good portion of her day being rejected by Azula, but I think she might be close to learning Azula’s boundaries. How it usually goes is that Morticia sees her sleeping and is lured in by the perfect image of a peaceful fluffball big sister figure. She stops whatever she is doing and goes to Azula so that she may lick her face. At first, the moment is serene and adorable: the dark little tortie grooming the bigger cat as she sleeps. You think no trouble could exist in this world, but something changes. The bigger cat’s tail is whipping. She no longer is in a peaceful slumber, and the movements of the little one are more aggressive, like not only does she love and care for Azula, but she is obsessed with her. Azula is hers and she is going to lick her beautiful fur clean like she’s being paid to do it. That’s when it happens. Azula invariably grabs Morticia around the neck and pulls her in with her front paws so that she can do a violent bunny-kick with her back paws just before she trots away to find a new place to hide.

This has been the pattern for months, but last night we got a clue that this might be changing. Instead of immediately grooming Azula when Morticia found her sleeping, she walked up, sniffed her, and then plopped down next to her. I feel that this showed an incredible amount of restraint and a new respect for Azula’s boundaries. We’ll see if it’s just a one-off, or if Morti is on her way to becoming less of a cat-dork in the future. 

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