Amazing Cats

I've been owned by cats since I was about 20 years old, when my kids' dad brought home a little orange ball of fluff from the local Humane Society to keep me company in the evenings while he was at class. She was totally an indoor cat and couldn't be persuaded, for any reason whatsoever, that 'outside' was some place she wanted to be. While I was pregnant, the first time, she would lay across my belly when I took my afternoon nap, so that she could listen to the baby's heart.

In Michigan, we had 4 cats - Dad, Mom, 2nd son and a stray that adopted my husband. The dad, 'Doc', was a cream and white Persian who loved to race us up and down the hall. Not too bad an idea during the day, but if one of us got up at night, we were likely to trip over him in the dark. My favorite habit of his, though, was when he decided it was bedtime. All of the cats slept with us, in one corner of the bed or another, at different points during the night. 'Doc' was usually the first to bed and he didn't like to go to bed alone. He'd walk from the bedroom to the living room, stop in front of me and shake his head back toward the bedroom, before walking back. If I didn't show up in a few minutes, he'd repeat the exercise until I got up and went to bed.

Now, we've got Paka. Of course, all animals will let you know when they're hungry; that's nothing too unusual. But, Paka's unique habit has to do with his litter box. Admittedly, I'm not great about cleaning it every day, since there's only one cat in the house, I usually get to it every couple of days. If, for some reason, it's not clean when he wants it cleaned, he'll walk to the box, look at it, meow at me, and look back at the box. I have never had a cat do that, ever. Cracks me up!

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Jules