Cat Gods

Okay, no skiing today. Too much snow and it's snowing again--probably wet and heavy. I did however get some of the new links on the blog.

I had a thought about political cats... I think cats know that they are always in charge and they have no need to run in a popularity contest because each of them knows deep down that they are the one and only. Cats don't have presidents or leaders or anything because each one is certain that they are god.

Does anyone dare to question? I don't.

I skied Gemini

Okay so today up on the hill, where it was snowing AGAIN, I skied a run called Gemini. It's really a very fun run. Easy but sort of fun. It's not often groomed but I guess with all the snow they groomed it a day or so ago and not many people ski it. It was quite enjoyable. So I took my Siamese skis on Gemini... hmmm? I'm not sure what that says about the cats...

So it's supposed to snow again on Thursday so no more skiing this week.. I'll be working on the blogs. I want a blog roll to call cool cats where I can list my favorite cat blogs. Of course the cats all talk on these blogs and my cats have paws that are too big and I'm not nice enough to transcribe...

Gemini gets political

Okay, Gemini might be more excited if Kukka-Maria actually ran for office, but this is the next best thing.

I try to keep this interesting to pet lovers and keep my political stuff and my life stuff at my other blogs, but this is an important note. One of our fellow bloggers, Ken Granlund from Common Sense is running for congress.

I encourage those of you who live his California district to check out what he has to say (if you haven't already) and the rest of you to check out his website on his congressional run.

After this, I promise we'll get back to the important stuff like catnip and catnaps and everything cats...

Questions for cat owners

Well, Kukka-Maria over at Feline Empress comes by to comment and through her blogs, I found The Meezers, so I am hoping that perhaps they or Socks and Abby at Top Hat and Tails could answer a question. If none of the known experts know, perhaps there's an unknown expert out there.

Cheysuli is my chocolate point Siamese and to be honest, she's a bit strange. Siamese, I know are not always like other cats but she's different from any Siamese I've had before. She loves to roll. She's not shy and just being submissive as she rolls around showing her belly. She's just enjoying the roll. She'll let me pet her when she does that and sometimes someone else. However she'll frequently do that when you can't get close to her so you can't pet her. It's almost like she's petting herself on the floor or the bed.

She's not at all submissive and she and Gemini jockey for position of beta cat (Georgia is the undisputed Alpha right now) and will no doubt duke it out as Gemini gets older and we loose Georgia for alpha cat. She is very confident around people, but she does have a few control issues--she likes to check people out but will always stay just out of reach until she decides she wants to be petted.

The rolling thing interests me. She'll sometimes roll right into the other cats and doesn't seem to care if they are around. As soon as I come upstairs if she's on the bed, she'll start rolling around and showing her belly and seems to love to be rubbed that way. I am really at a loss as to what that behavior means.

Cat Talk

It's almost dinner time for the cats. I notice that they all wander around rubbing against my legs around this time in the evening. Chey starts talking to me incessently. Then Gemini starts with her little mew. Then even Georgia chimes in. I work on making my dinner and then giving them theirs so that I can eat in peace.

However, I have noticed that this is almost the only time that they all talk to me at once. In fact, it's the noisest time in my household. I wonder, if I didn't have food would they still talk to me?

Cat Watching

I love to read. I love to read garbage, mindless stuff that doesn't mean anything. I love the delights of an otherwise boring woman solving murder mysteries because she's nosey--isn't that sort of an interesting juxtaposition of images?

At any rate things like this relax me. So I read one of these delightful little books this evening. I had the television on and the people were annoying me. I finished the book and put it down and watched and found myself getting annoyed with what was happening.

I have cats. The cats were all sitting on me, washing, napping, looking. Watching them, they relaxed me. The people on the television being annoying didn't matter. The cats were there. I remember reading that having pets lowers blood pressure. There is something meditative about watching a cat wash. They are so methodical and to them, at that moment, nothing else seems to matter.

So I become cat like in my watching, and sometimes pointing out the missed spots because in that moment, nothing else seems to matter either.

Cross posted at Creating Peace

Getting Bigger

I swear Gemini gets larger and fluffier every time I see her! I wish I had one of those timer showing how fast she is growing... the numbers would keep turning and turning even as you watched!

I think I saw a cat who might have been her momma cat. There is a large very fluffy tabby cat down the road and she too had a rather distinctive fluffy tail, so I have to wonder if thise was the cat who gave birth to the tiny kitten. There aren't many tails around that are all that fluffy!