I don’t know how it happened as it wasn’t my intent. But, today became Fiona Friday.
Fiona really doesn’t like not knowing where I am. And if she knows my location, she is quite persistent in her efforts to be with me. She will scratch at the closed door and meyowl continuously. So what started out innocently enough by me escalated into an all-out Fiona Day of Neediness.
It was raining early this morning, and the kids were looking bored, except Astrid and Calista who were chasing each other non-stop from the deck through the house and back again and leaving wet kitty paw prints everywhere.
I thought maybe some laser tag would offer a break from the doldrums and proceeded to make it dance around the foyer floor in front of Fiona. She usually jumps right on it, scooting along the rug on her belly and slapping it with her paws or running at full speed so she passes it. She can keep this up long after I am worn out. Sis Giulietta is not that excited about the laser and so sat snoopervising from the dining room table.
To my astonishment Fiona batted at the beam a few times, then she plopped on her belly and just watched and watched and watched. I finally took the hint and put that toy away. I didn’t have any better luck with the fling-ama-string. She batted at it a couple of times, stood on the string and then walked away.
That was it for me. She was on her own to find some entertainment while I headed back to the computer. She followed me, found a mousey toy on the kitchen floor and played with it for a nano-second. Then, of course, she decided she needed to join me and watch me type. I figured since she was having such a bad case of rainy-day blahs that she would settle in my lap and nap quietly. Who was I kidding? Anybody reading this knows just how incredibly flawed my reasoning was. First, she needled* my stomach, then did her nose-under-my-hand-give-me-rubbies demand and otherwise made a huge pest of herself.
Previously, I had decided to take the computer upstairs to the recliner as sitting at the kitchen counter for hours is really tough on my legs. When Fiona finally decided to get down, that’s what I did. I headed to the guest room, closed the door, turned on the air conditioner and settled in my chair.
Moments later, and I mean MOMENTS, Tom opened the door. Immediately, Fiona sauntered between his legs and joined me. I guess I should add here that the guest room is not a kitty-accessible room. They are only allowed in if invited by the guest in residence. That, of course, wouldn’t be Fiona as she DOES NOT like guests of any kind, even if she knows the person.
An exception to this rule of no kitties allowed was made in 2011 when I was laid up with a broken leg for five plus months. But, as often happens, I have digressed.
After a repeat of the behavior from the kitchen, Fiona decided that the clean laundry stacked on the bed looked like a great napping and then bathing spot. I was abandoned for a few, and I mean FEW, minutes.
And then…wait for it…she was back again. But, after giving me an up close and personal look at her tail end as she walked across the keyboard, she curled up next to me for a nap.
And that’s where we are now. Me typing and Fiona snuggled in keeping my left hip warm. Any day that includes a snuggle with your cat is a GREAT day, no matter how long and hard the road may be to get there.
Fiona has chastised me for using such fuzzy photos of her furtabulous self. In my defense, however, I took the photos with my iPhone while she was trying to hog the chair. And I have spared you several of her with the laundry that were even blurrier.
She has asked me to tell you know that she is never needy. (LOL from me.) And she demanded requested that I send you all some purrs and hugs from her for having to put up with what she says is my foolishness. So consider yourself kitty hugged.
* Needled: Kneading while using claws.
Spitty’s favorite pastime while the Human is working at the computer on the desk: Come close. Meow. Stretch till front paws rest on desk. Meow pitifully. When Human reaches to pet head, dash away. Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.Repeat.
Kind of reminds me of one of my old cats. He would come sit on my paper while I tried to do my homework or rub his head against my pencil.
Hey Fiona, how cool to chase your Mom around the house then snuggle with her!!
Bet that hip is nice and warm 🙂
Purrs Tillie and Georgia,
Treasure,Tiger,JJ and Julie
Being hugged by Fiona has made my day 🙂 BTW I am typing this over the top of Austin as he insists on his evening lap nap!! xx
Kitty snuggles ARE great. I even get them and I’m a D.O.G.
Its just that we need to be sure you still love us.
I mean really!
Hoomans can furget that their kitties need regular pets, scritches, tummy rubs, treats, meals, and all that. If not checked on every 5 minutes or so a cat could STARVE or DIE of BOREDOM!
Our home does not have any doors for kitties and…
DAD! Why are you looking like you are thinking of something with that smile on your face! Dad! DAD!
Oh my this will take work. Bye
Timmy
Good for you Fiona, you really know how to get want you want!!!
Fiona is obviously a Mommy’s Girl………just like I’m a Mommy’s Boy!!!!! Enjoy your weekend EVERYBODY………
Kitty Hugs, Sammy
“the guest room is not a kitty-accessible room”.
Is that even possible? LOL.
Great post. It sounds like my home, but with more cats. I look forward to reading them whenever they arrive!
Fiona, you have SUCH trials with your Mom! Why she didn’t drop everything and spend the ENTIRE day snuggling and CATering to your every whim…well, if you figure it out, will you tell us the secret?
He he – I help M type all the time. She doesn’t appreciate it tho and tells me her whole body hurts after I get up because of the unusual position she has to sit in! he he – she has an excuse for everything.
what a wonderful story. I know that behavior… And, I have a very loving large golden color cat who goes far from me and then lets out powerful contralto calls – I mean really loud and heavy, a long and sustained call, not the soprano meouw of regular cats, he won’t quit until I go to pet him. Quite annoying when he does it in the middle of the night… but I call him my prince charming because he loves me so much. Cats (and dogs too ) are very interesting when we allow them space to grow and learn.
BTW I love your black moving kitty icon!!
I got the widget from another blog. If you like it, you can copy the widget from my sidebar and use the kitty on your blog as well.
Oh! Fiona! What a wonderful hug! Me is NOT sharing it with Kozmo!
Kisses
Nellie
Awww thanks Fiona! Hugs and purrs back at you!
Oh and the day ain’t over yet 😉
Purrs