I have two cats.
I’m a dog person but have two pet cats.
How does that happen you ask?
Well 10 years ago I gave my mom an ultimatum that I either could get a dog or two cats. I thought the extra number would steer her towards the dog. Boy, was I wrong.
Ten years later and I still have the two little fur balls. And still no dog.
One is Rodney and the other is Raven. I don’t think you’re supposed to, but I do have a favorite. It’s not really a big secret. If you were to go through pictures on my phone you would see hundreds of pictures of Rodney and maybe three of Raven. Even when I talk to my mom I always ask, “How is Rodney?” I never really inquire about Raven. Not because I don’t love her. But because she probably isn’t doing anything.
Raven is a little slow and we hold a cat special Olympics just for her every year. Most of the time she just sits in the dark in the basement and is very antisocial. She’s also been playing the same game of chase that ended 7 years ago… She’s so special. I blame it on the time when she took a running start and giant leap off the couch straight into the wall head first. Brain damage. It seriously was like out of an old time Warner Bros. cartoon as she slid down the wall in slow motion. My mom blames it on the time I sat on her because she blended in with our black couch. Lack of oxygen leading to brain damage. Poor cat has been through a lot, and we just laugh at her misfortunes. She does have cuteness working in her favor though. When she wants something she meows in the most adorable way and you can’t say no to her.
Rodney on the other hand is my baby and can’t ever be alone. We have conversations all the time and my mom yells at us to shut up all the time. My favorite is when I leave to go back to school and he tries to talk to my mom. I definitely have Skyped with him on multiple occasions. He might be schizophrenic in the sense that he always thinks something is crawling on him and randomly bites himself, then runs around the house super fast making weird noises. He likes to get high off of catnip. After rolling around in it he lays on his back with a glossy look in his eyes for awhile. Then he passes out for an hour.
I think I just have a pair of the world’s weirdest cats. Which is okay because I like weird and they fit right in to our family.
He never really understands hide and seek. He always has some body part sticking out (usually his tail)
He likes birthdays and Christmas because He gets boxes as presents
He likes hockey just as much as I do.
This is Raven on our treadmill… she doesn’t know she’s using it the wrong way.
Anyways, Next week after my exams I am going to go to the library and write all day non-stop so I can get back on track with writing on here almost every day again. I also won’t write about my cats…. once is even too much.