Our cats are funny creatures. We’re constantly laughing at the differences in their personalities. Patches, though old and somewhat frail at this point, is much braver than Wiglaf when it comes to noises, the vacuum, etc. Wiglaf won’t eat leftover pot roast, but will eat tostitos. Patches will eat anything and will, if given the opportunity, rip the pizza crust out of your hand with her little nubby teeth.
Wiglaf loves to cuddle, all year round. No matter how hot it is, he demands a good night cuddle, much to Jason’s annoyance in the summer. Patches, on the other hand, is really affected by the heat; she wants nothing to do with us from about May through September.
But oh, when October rolls around, Patches is the most devoted lap cat in the land. Wiglaf also steps his cuddling up a notching, shoving his head under your arm to get on your lap (no matter how much you explain that you need your lap to grade your papers). In the past week, Patches (who is sitting on my lap while I write this) has really been a cuddly little mow. She makes no bones about the fact that she’s using us for our body heat. Case in point:
She loves to spoon with me at night, something she’s been doing all fall and winter long since she was a kitten. She seems to want Jason out of the bed, and spends half of the night growling at him when he tosses and turns. She has a tough life. Whenever he lies down to grade, however, she likes to perch on the small of his back.
I think it’s clear that we are just big, heated pieces of furniture to our kitty. Also, it’s quite clear that we are suckers.
I’ll be back over the next couple of days with (gasp) an actual knitting FO!