I just cleaned out the cat pan for the 3rd time this week. As a cat owner, this is my all time least favorite task. I sometimes wish that I wasn't so fucken neurotic and I could let the cats outside without the fear that they will be killed or hurt in some way. But that's not who I am and I doubt I will ever be because as I sit here typing, I have the window open and I just had to call the cats into the room (once again) to make sure, they did not somehow sneak passed me and escape out the window to meet some horrible fate. Just as I finished typing the last sentence, I had to get up and close the windows because Alfie jumped up on the windowsill for the 10th time in the last half hour (and since this damned country doesnt believe in screens, I can't open a window to get some fresh air).
Right now, he is tearing up the TV guide I so carelessly left on the floor and without doubt his brother, Luka will join him within seconds because he copies everything Alfie does.
Since we returned from the states, they have become unnaturally attached to me and follow me from room to room - even if they are sound asleep when get up. Every time I leave the room, Alfie is under my feet doing his best to trip me because he must think if I am on the floor, I will be so much more easily accessible to him (and Luka is always close behind).
When I walk up the stairs, they speed passed me and sprawl themselves on the steps above as if to block me from leaving the room. When I step over them, they hurry under my feet to again, attempt to trip me and force me to their level. I am only speculating, but can't think of any other reason they might do this.
They also have taken to scratching the bedroom door and crying for hours in the early morning and sometimes in the middle of the night. I can almost swear that Alfie actually sticks his face in the crack under the door to make sure I hear him loud and clear! I have a deal with my husband that the cats will never be permitted into the bedroom, so I am forced to put up with the late night/early morning antics and one of these days will be investing in some earplugs!
Just now, they both came tumbling down the stairs at a speed you wouldn't believe, chasing each other and are doing somersaults and back flips across the room. It is only a matter of time before they run over me and add to the tiny scars I have all over my body since the arrival of these two bundles of joy!
To add to the level of chaos around here - my Alfie and Luka are Tonkinese (an oriental cat breed), which makes them big talkers. Alfie, meows all day long (Luka lets Alfie do most of his talking for him and usually sits next to him as he talks as if to say- yeah, what he said). Every time I move, Alfie seems to have something to say. When I am cleaning or cooking, he gets especially yappy and meows constanty until I reach the brink of insanity and turn to him yelling 'WHAT??? - WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME??? he then, comes over and drags himself across my ankles (purring), and rolls onto his back to get a little belly rub. It works every time because not only do I rub his belly but I pick him up for a little cuddle and a kiss. With that, Luka comes running and rolls around on the floor until he gets his too!
When they are not playing like mad, getting into everthing they shouldn't or tormenting me, they are laying with me. When watching TV, reading or on the computer - I am usually covered in cats sparwled out and happlily sleeping. As much as they drive me crazy, I love them even more. Alfie is a little love that is more affectionate than any cat I have ever known and Luka is a shy sweet little cat that is happiest curled up with me or Wayne and they two of them purr with just one look in their dirction. At only 5 months old, they are already such a big part of my life and I can't imagine my life without them.