Coming home from a long day, I find my kitty-cat curled up on the couch waiting for me. As I walk to the couch, she raises up. I stroke her on the head and scratch under her chin and she grinds her head into the palm of my hand.
I kneel down in front of the couch and she moves closer to me and I give my kitty a kiss on the nose. She is a very spoiled kitty-cat, well groomed and well appointed with her rhinestone collar.
As I finish scratching her ears and under the chin, she tries to bite me as I pull my hand away.
"Bad kitty," I scold her.
She responds by rolling onto her back and squirming about, her attempt to get more attention.
I go upstairs and take shower. As I put on some shorts and a t-shirt, I can her meowing from downstairs. She always wants attention and like all cats, she wants it on her terms. I call downstairs for her to come up. However, she just meows more.
On my return downstairs, as I near the couch, kitty-cat pops her head up to see me. She knows what is coming. My lap! The moment I take my seat she scurries over to invade my space. Curling up, she attempts to steal my heat.
Switching on the TV, I find something to watch and settle in for the evening. I begin to stroke the kitty and soon she begins to purr. She loves having her ears and belly scratched along with having her face rubbed.
Again, she tries to bite my fingers as I stroke her. Cats are always trying to assert their dominance to define their position in the relationship. However, I can turn this fearless feline into a kitten in one motion. I grab her by the back of the neck as a mother cat would and she succumbs to me in an instant. When I let go of her neck and scratch her chin, she proceeds to lick my hand, her way to make up for the bite.
One of the reactions of cats I have always found interesting is how their hindquarters raise up as you stroke them from their head to their tail. There is almost a sexual aspect to their response. Their tail twitches and their eyes glaze over. Sometimes I wonder if I am going to send her over the top when I stroke her.
As the evening grows late, she falls asleep in my lap. I turn off the TV and try to get up without waking her. She stirs and stretches out as I retrieve her leash from the coffee table. Her leash is made of fine cut steel chain and is a fitting addition to her collar. Hearing the sound of the leash, she sits up. She tries not to act excited. However, I can see it in her eyes. She follows my every move and she begins meowing.
"Meow, meow, meow."
In some past life she must have been a dog or perhaps she thinks she is a show cat. She is beautiful - well groomed with a gorgeous dark coat and sparkly eyes. I clip the leash to her collar and she slinks to the floor and rubs up against my legs.
With her tail high in the air and her head held proudly, she prances beside me as I walk her across the room. You would think she was in a parade. She is a really unique kitty-cat.
I turn off the lights downstairs and head upstairs with her in tow. She scurries up the stairs. Where before she wanted to lie on the couch like some princess, now she doesn't want to be left behind.
As I reach the top of the stairs, I slowly walk to the bed. I can tell she is excited. There is something in the tone of her meowing and the way she rubs up against my legs. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed and looking down at her. I know that she wants up on the bed.
"Sit"
"Meow" as she rubs her hindquarters against my shins.
