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Apr. 22nd, 2003
Scamperdoo lovies!
Apr. 22nd, 2003 12:45 pmI've come up with a new way of giving Scamperdoo love. Since I've been working at my PC so much at home on all the different projects I've got going, I don't spend much time in my recliner in the living room anymore. Scampi has always come to be in my lap there. With her arthritis in her lower back, she can't jump up onto the bed anymore. I can lower the footrest on my recliner to be a ramp for her to go up and down. She likes that! I try to spend some lap time with her every day, brushing her long fur and getting any matts out before they harden or grow too big. She likes me to hold her like a baby and gently massage her chest and neck. Sometimes she wants me to rub her belly, but only when she's really relaxed. She must be ticklish.
In the computer room, I have to pick her up. She follows me to whatever room I'm in and looks cute on purpose, enticing me to give her a snuggle. She rubs her head on things while looking up with her "cute kitten" face - whiskers forward, cheeks all puffy, ears perked up. Tell her how cute she is, she butts her head into things or scrubs the side against door frames or anything handy, blinks at you and cocks her head as if to say "Yes I'm very very cute and tell me again!"
Miss Cactus hops up onto my lap in the computer room, climbs up to my chest and expects me to cradle her on my left arm while petting her with my right.
( (see Miss Cacti's picture) )
Scampi has watched this and started begging me to pick her up by patting my thigh with her paw. So a couple of days ago, I picked her up carefully so as not to hurt her sore back and slung her over my left shoulder. She's a much bigger cat than Miss Cactus, and not as bendable. Cactus is a normal cat. Scamperdoo is a manx. Manxes are built like a brick and are only slightly more flexible.
To get Scamperdoo to relax I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging progressively harder until I was kneading her entire pelt over her shoulders. She totally relaxed except for the paws kneading my shoulder and upper arm, careful as always not to hook me with her claws. I don't think I've ever heard her rumble purr that deep before! I'll have to get Eric to take a picture to show you. I have to put her down every so often to remove the cloud of fur from my face even if I just brushed her before I picked her up. She sheds like crazy and it itches!
Now it's a nightly ritual, like the baby meat laced with glucosamine chondritin and the morning blob of whipped cream.
I'm I well-trained or what? This gives a whole new meaning to the term "pussy whipped" LOL
In the computer room, I have to pick her up. She follows me to whatever room I'm in and looks cute on purpose, enticing me to give her a snuggle. She rubs her head on things while looking up with her "cute kitten" face - whiskers forward, cheeks all puffy, ears perked up. Tell her how cute she is, she butts her head into things or scrubs the side against door frames or anything handy, blinks at you and cocks her head as if to say "Yes I'm very very cute and tell me again!"
Miss Cactus hops up onto my lap in the computer room, climbs up to my chest and expects me to cradle her on my left arm while petting her with my right.
( (see Miss Cacti's picture) )
Scampi has watched this and started begging me to pick her up by patting my thigh with her paw. So a couple of days ago, I picked her up carefully so as not to hurt her sore back and slung her over my left shoulder. She's a much bigger cat than Miss Cactus, and not as bendable. Cactus is a normal cat. Scamperdoo is a manx. Manxes are built like a brick and are only slightly more flexible.
To get Scamperdoo to relax I started rubbing her shoulders, massaging progressively harder until I was kneading her entire pelt over her shoulders. She totally relaxed except for the paws kneading my shoulder and upper arm, careful as always not to hook me with her claws. I don't think I've ever heard her rumble purr that deep before! I'll have to get Eric to take a picture to show you. I have to put her down every so often to remove the cloud of fur from my face even if I just brushed her before I picked her up. She sheds like crazy and it itches!
Now it's a nightly ritual, like the baby meat laced with glucosamine chondritin and the morning blob of whipped cream.
I'm I well-trained or what? This gives a whole new meaning to the term "pussy whipped" LOL
