Sunday, January 17, 2010
I love my marmalade cat, Leon, I really do. He is the best snuggler in the world, and, sometimes, when he looks at me, I can tell that he really, really likes me. Maybe loves me, if cats can really love another creature.
But, there are days when he drives me crazy, and today has been one of them. He's a big healthy male in his prime, and he's full of vim and vinegar. There are days when he just has energy to burn. Unfortunately, his idea of expending that energy is to run and roughhouse with the other cats. My youngest, Rachael, can keep up with him, and that usually satisfies him. But, today, he thought that everyone in the house should play.
That would be fine, if Gina and Becky wanted to play. But they are older, more settled and Becky, especially, is a timid little thing. Leon wouldn't stop bounding after them this morning, giving them playful swats, if he could catch them. Unfortunately for them, he's bigger, and his swats knock them over. Gina finally retreated to a high spot where she growled and hissed at him whenever he came near.
Becky kept running -- the wrong thing to do, because Leon thought she was playing and ran after her, time and again. He would corner her, she would cower and growl, and I would break up the confrontation. Sigh, finally I had to resort to putting Leon all by himself in a bedroom, until he calmed down. I was very frazzled.
All that seems to be over now, and everyone is sleeping peacefully. I'm going to join them, shortly, for my afternoon nap. I need one.
I love Leon, I really do. But, somedays----------------------sigh.