At least that’s the sound my cat makes. He just doesn’t get around to opening his mouth, instead he seems to roll an ‘r’ in his throat, it’s very cute. I feel bad sometimes though, because he will carry on for some time quite seriously in this manner and all I can do is giggle, then he looks at me like this:
I sense a lack of amusement on his part.
It was only a matter of time before this post happened, and it won’t be the last time I cute cat my blog. I grew up with a cat in the house since I was three, and it wasn’t until a recently moved in with my partner that I was without one. After a little over a year without a furry friend in my life I found myself yearning for the company of a cat and to my surprise I found my partner was feeling the same way! Within days we had found this wonderful kitty at a shelter, his name is Cinders.
He looks very cute (in addition to sounding very cute), but he’s no timid beastie and when he plays his natural predatory behaviour takes over, much to the chagrin of my hands.
Still, the Great Hand Hunt aside, it has amazed me having had the comparison of not having a cat around how much of a difference it makes. Nothing against my partner, who’s company I enjoy very much, but there is much to be said for having a cat around, too!
The relationship between animal and human always amazes me. Granted I go through those mixed feelings about how we’ve domesticated so many animals and frequently the only reason they interact with us is because of that, but they still are animals that relate on a foreign basis from us human animals and yet we have an interesting coexistence.
On a daily basis I marvel at our interaction. Cinders is a more social cat then some I have known, but the fact that he seeks out our company tickles me pink. If one or both of us are home Cinders will hang out in whichever room we’re in, and follow us wherever we relocate. Unless he tires of our antics (a.k.a. trying to pet him because he’s being adorable) in which case he’ll find a different room void of annoying humans.
Perhaps it is because it feels like a human interaction. We humans are always happiest when we can relate something to ourselves, though I do try to think outside the box.
Whatever the reason, I know I am extremely grateful for his company and every time I come home and he’s waiting for me at the door (which he never fails to do) it makes my day.