Pooka

I should be working on something else, but I can't concentrate. Instead I'm blogging. About my cat none the less (but I guess this is what you blog about when you don't have any children-haha!). This is Pooka:

Pooka is a calico cat that I've had since Nic and I got engaged. Though she may be "my" cat, Nic has always been her favorite.

Nic is the only person's lap that she (as a kitten) would willing jump into, curl up and fall asleep. When Nic and I were first married (and Pooka was our only cat) she would jump into bed with us and squeeze her way between us. If we didn't budge, she would keep squeezing and squeezing until she got her way. She always wanted to be as close to Nic as possible. One time when Nic came home from work she heard him downstairs (when we lived in an apartment) and ran to the window to see him come up the stairs. Then she ran to the door (because she knew that's where he would be coming from). When Nic didn't come through the door, she ran back to the window, heard him again and meowed. Then she ran to the door. Nic still didn't come in. Back to the window she went, meowed again and this time waited until she saw him walk up the stairs before she ran to the door. I am not making any of this up! She LOVES Nic. She also likes to fetch-yes like a dog does. Nic discovered this when he was playing with her once. He would throw her toy, she would chase after it and bring it back. Then it would repeat. When she was a kitten (and the only cat) she would do this all the time, now it's on her terms. If she wants to play, she will find an object (usually a water bottle cap or the tie around the milk jug) and bring it to your feet (if your seating or standing) or your hands (and nudge them). It's so cute.

If Nic (not so much me) has been gone for a few days, she CRAVES his attention when he gets home. She follows him around until he picks her up and then she cuddles into him. She gets so excited to see and be with him that her nose starts running. We let her sleep in the room with us at night (because she's the queen cat and she needs that extra attention) and around 4 in the AM, she'll start nudging us (mostly me) to let her out. Without fail I will get out of bed, go to the door and call her so she'll go out. She never moves. She just repositions herself on the bed (usually where I got up from). I'll come back to bed defeated and beg Nic to put her out because she won't let me sleep. What does she do? She leaps off the bed when Nic calls her and willingly goes out. Whenever that happens, it is usually followed by "stupid cat" coming from me.

Though she may be full of love for Nic, she has been known to scratch a kid or two that is invading her space. We were baby-sitting our god-daughters one week and I hear the oldest just bawling her head off. I hurry to the crying and I just see blood. Pooka had scratched her face. I asked Nic what happened and he said that he had told our god-daughter to back away from Pooka (because he heard her growl-her warning) and she didn't. The next thing he heard was crying. Our god-daughter since refers to Pooka as the "not nice" kitty. So sad.

So there it is. Our cat Pooka. Full of love and attitude. Oh yeah, she's a guard cat too-but that's a different story, for another time.