Being silly

My friend Deb came over the other day.  She is Socks's mom.  Anyway, I was half heartily playing with Gus because he wanted too, but we were visiting so I wasn't paying much attention.  He was in his tree.  I've tied several things on the tree.  One is his old chickadee on a string, then this fuzzy ball thing that used to be on a stick, but it broke.  So he was playing with these and I was swinging his feathers on a stick up there so he could get them too.

At one point he had a paw on all three things.  To do this, he laid across two bars on his tree and hung his head and arms through it.

We were laughing because he is so weird.

Next, he discovered that he needed extra attention.  I was folding laundry, and that appeared to be fun.  So he plunked himself in the basket I was filling.

Of course, he is big enough that I couldn't get anymore clothes in.  Then he proceeded to stare me down.  Ugh! So to finish folding the laundry, I had to stop and pay him some attention. 

Luckily, I wanted all of my clean clothing to come with a fine layer of creamy cat hair!  He refused to leave the basket until he grew bored and let me finish!

Do you have a fresh laundry cat?  Jinx and sometimes Raz would never let me finish making a bed with fresh sheets.  I don't know if it was the fresh smell, or getting my undivided attention, but I always ended with a cat shaped lump in the bed!

Daddy's boy

I've been gone a lot this summer, and I feel bad for Gus.  He's my baby and has bonded with me.  Chad, my husband, has always been a little sad that Gus didn't bond with him as strongly.  After I was gone for a week in Anchorage for surgery, Gus bonded a little with Chad, but he was still not as close as he is with me. 

Gus asleep in my arms

For example, he'll sleep in my arms.  He'll come up to me or I'll scoop him up and he totally relaxes and goes to sleep like a baby.  He'll also let me brush him when he is in this position. He won't do this with his daddy.

So this past week, I was gone for almost another week.  During this time, Chad was also home the full time I was gone.  Something happened.  They finally bonded more.  He came up to be held once.  He followed Chad around.  He hung out on the couch by him.  

One day I get this text.  "Help." I was worried and got ready to call, then I get this pic and text. 

Gus in Chad's underwear,

"I'm being attacked.  Gus is rolling around and hanging on to my underwear (Chad was on the toilet).  Right before this pic, he had all four legs in my underwear and he was standing in them, I tried to get a pic but I wasn't fast enough.  For a moment, he and I were literally wearing my underwear." I laughed.

No emergency vehicles required.

Cat Show Gus

I haven't written for a while, because I abandoned Gus for a week.  I had surgery in Anchorage and the doctors made me stay down there in a hotel for a week before they'd clear me to come back home.  I wanted to take Gus, but the hotel we like doesn't allow pets. I had to leave him in care of the neighbor boy.  I think we might have psychologically damaged him because he gets a little weird when he sees suitcases now.

Chad and I were sitting on the couch this morning playing with our boy.  He was enjoying playing with his feathers and using his daddy as a cave (Chad had a blanket over his lap).  Chad turns to me and says, "You know we are grown adults playing with a cat. " I said, "Yes, so?" He smiles and says that we should probably take stock of our lives.  We look around and the entire house is dedicated to Gus.

Gus has a fancy watermelon bed, although he sleeps all over our house.

He has a seven foot tree. 

He has toys enough for several cats. Although he prefers to shred his daddy's documents to playing with most of them...

He has his own treat bowl on our very small counter top.

And today, his daddy made him a fish pond. We have these little fish that when you put them in water, they swim.  I had forgotten about them, but Chad found them in the junk drawer.

So Chad says, "The only thing we don't do are cat shows.  We need to get a cat trailer, and all the gear and start going."  (I used to be into horses, and we had a horse trailer and all the gear for horse shows, so...)

What do you think?  Could this mug win a show?