|Sticky Adventures With Cats
||[Jul. 11th, 2007|02:05 am]
Kelly J. Cooper
It was humid in Camberville, MA today. This will be important later in the story.
On Tuesdays I usually wander over to ceciliatan's house and process orders for books from Circlet Press.
Cecilia has two cats, Verenka ("Renki") and Tai-gau. Lately Tai-gau has been lagging due to some persistent, recurring health problems. He's better now, but he's been sitting in the same box for most of the past week. And when I've scritched him, he's ignored me.
Now, Tai-gau is in love with my scritchin' and I do not say that lightly. He is persistent and sneaky, finding many ways to ambush me and demand love. He is the only cat in the world who nearly succeeded in killing me, so respect my authority on this topic. After several weeks of laggardly behavior, he rediscovered my scritchin' today and made some serious demands on my time.
I indulged him a bit, then put him down. Cecilia gave him her can (Trader Joe's Chicken Chilli) from lunch to lick and he went to town - head fully in the can. We went upstairs to work.
Next thing I know, Mr. Chilli-Head is in my face, planting his front paw in my cleavage, rubbin' his chilli-stinkin' head on me, lickin' me, and sheddin' like hell. And because it was humid, every freakin' hair he shed STUCK TO ME. And, to top it off, the chilli sauce started to burn where he rubbed my face. I pulled cat hair out of my MOUTH. I had to rinse off my face to stop the burn.
Cecilia was, of course, laughing too hard to help. Mr. Chilli-Head and I had a stare-off, where I stood too far away for him to leap onto me while he bobbed and weaved, looking for an opening, until he finally gave up and went off to lick himself.