Friday, June 6, 2008

And They're Off!

We all have our guilty pleasures. Things that our spouses or loved ones do that crack us up that really shouldn’t.

We have two cats. Unfortunately, they are really dogs in cats bodies’ (read: incredibly people oriented and friendly and affectionate). They love hanging out with the wee ones, and they’re so excited when we and they get up in the morning. In fact, if it was their option, the wee ones would get up much earlier. To that end, they like to sit outside their bedroom doors and meow. Loudly. Sometimes they choose to do this in the middle of the night, as well.

Needless to say, the buddies get banished to the basement each night before we go to bed. This job falls to my husband. The fat one (Meow) is pretty docile and mellow and goes along with it all. Sometimes he walks into the basement by himself even. At the very least, he allows himself to be picked up and carried to the basement.

The wily one (Roar), on the other hand, would prefer to stay up with us, and he lets us know it. If he sees me heading upstairs at night, he’ll meow at me to hurry before snuggling in with me. When my husband picks him up to take him to the basement, he gives a very dignified squeak of dismay.

More often though, he runs when he sees my husband approaching at the witching hour. And since we have an open floor plan where you can walk around the entire house, he runs in circles (much like the wee ones play their “running game”). With my husband chasing him.

Roar used to run around one time and then give up and head into the basement on his own terms. Lately though, he’s been a bit more determined. So around and around they go before my husband finally convinces him to head downstairs. The whole game has become a highlight of my evening, and I’m disappointed when I miss it. Fortunately, my husband is good natured enough to allow me to laugh at his attempts to herd a cat.

Ahhh, and here they go. Excuse me while I go laugh for awhile!


Mrs. R June 7, 2008 at 6:07 PM  

This is so funny, and I don't even like cats. How can you not love a cat named "Roar"?

The difference is, dogs would run in circles cause they aren't that bright, the cats are doing it cause they ARE that bright!

Karen June 7, 2008 at 7:46 PM  

Cat herding would be fun to watch!

I had a cat that thought it was a dog once. I think that's why I love dogs so much. They're just much more personable.

anymommy June 7, 2008 at 10:10 PM  

I love the name Roar as well. And, I would love to see my husband chase a cat around our house. I love to see him in any silly endeavor!

Really glad that your daughter's eye was fine. My thoughts went to pink eye, which is not fun.

Michelle June 7, 2008 at 10:32 PM  

Mrs. R: I'm with you. Roar is a great name, though I would never have come up with it. He was named by my then three year old son who wanted a lion, not a cat. And Meow is definitely not bright enough to run, but Roar is most definitely messing with my husband. I love it!

Karen: Dogs definitely are personable. But I'm just not up to cleaning up after them. For some reason, a litter box is much more palatable to me!

Anymommy: If you want to borrow Roar so your husband can also enjoy the attempt at herding, he's welcome to Roar for a couple days. I was also fearful of pink eye although given how quickly it came up and how swollen it was being described as, I was fearful it was something yuckier than pink eye even! Stupid mosquitoes!

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