Gushing is about to occur, and you're going to like it, darnit!
This is for all of those who think they don't like cats:
Punkin is an orange cat. I thought that was a boring kitty color, but out of all the 20-something barn kittens I could have adopted, he was the one who wanted me. They were all half-wild and wanted nothing to do with me. He marched right up, this little pale orange fluff of a thing, mewing in a tiny little voice, and crawled into my lap and started purring. Leaving was difficult - he followed me to my car and stayed outside of it, mewing until I left. Now, as a full-grown two year old kitty, he still mews in the same voice, and purrs even louder.
He follows Quadro around every morning with little mews until he is picked up. He is then perfectly content for as long as Q can take it. (He's a girl: he just wants to be held!!) Punkin comes running at a full gallop when you call him. He's also an utter begger if you're in the kitchen rustling bags. Punkin's oddest vice: he LOVES lettuce. If we open a bag of salad, he's practically in a cat version of an ecstasy fit of meowing and trying to jump up your leg (no claws used). Punkin is also fantastic company when you nap on the couch. He wil curl up you - practically spooning! - and stay the whole time you're asleep. He's also the social director - any time we have guests, he's there to make sure they're comfortable and that they have plenty of chances to pet him, adore him, and otherwise pay attention to him.
Sabrina is a calico of white, gray, and beige. Her rear legs are white on the bottom half, with one gray spot on one leg and one beige spot on the other - same place. She's got grey kohl-lined eyes, fur like a bunny. We adopted her in Albany, about 2 minutes after Quadro told me on the phone "maybe we should have gotten two cats."
And Sabrina does what we call... the
Love Dance.
This is where she gets all excited to see you, and walks up the bed (or couch) and climbs into your lap/onto your chest, and headbutts you until you smooch her head. A lot. She will then proceed to clean every last bit of your hands repeatedly, and with me, she'll lick my fingers and then smooth her face against those fingers - helping me to groom her! Sabrina will also curl up seven different ways, trying to find the best spot to be closest to you and your petting being-cleaned-or-cleaning-hands. She also regularly decides to lie across my chest, completely stretched out, so that her head is cradled in my neck. Oh, and this entire time she's purring really, really loudly. She's REALLY enthusiastic about her cuddling time.
Sabrina also comes when called - galloping the whole way! They wait at the front door for us when we come home, meowing loudly if we don't come upstairs fast enough. They have no interest in going outside, but run out the door into the stairwell any chance they get. Just to hang out. Both of them await the slightest quiver of your eyes to indicate that you might be awake, and if we're not getting up at 5:30 one morning, they let us know that it's 5:30
just in case! The minute we admit to being awake, that's when the
Love Dance. starts and Punkin starts asking to be picked up.
I love those darn kitties.
Tell us about the cute quirks or tricks of your fuzzy friends!