I've neglected my blog as of late and realized I had not introduced you to the newest member of my family.
Readers, meet Leo, the cat. Leo, meet my reader. I mean readers. Yeah. Readers. (Hi Mike)
After years of the girl child nagging and begging and wearing me down by promising to pay for most of the cat, I caved. And so, Leo joined our family last July.
As a life-long dog person, it didn't take me long to figure out that this new creature is nothing like a dog at all. I am very fluent in dog. I do not speak cat. But I've learned a few things about Leo in the past year that I'll share with you.
Leo loves boxes. He likes to chew on them. Sit in them. Hide in them. Play with his toys in them. I finally put a box lined with old shirts in our closet, which is his favorite place to sleep, and he slumbers there nightly. He is particularly fond of Stitch Fix boxes. (Endorsements, maybe?) Forget the $300 cat tree I purchased. He'll take a box any day.
Leo gets hangry. When he has not been fed by 9:00 a.m., his little ears tilt backwards and he stalks around the house, starting fights with the dog and jumping up on the bed to glare at me. He looks like a devil cat. It still scares me into submission.
Leo announces his potty. We always know when he's headed to the litter box, because he meows loudly on his way up the stairs and into the laundry room to his litter box. This is not out of the ordinary for any member of our family, which tells me we chose the right cat.
Leo is a Fancy Feast Cat. He will only eat his wet food if it is on a plate. But he cares not for being dainty, for he is a lion, and he noshes on his food with the ferocity of four hungry beasts rolled into a 12 pound ball of white fluff. Unless the food is strewn about the floor around the plate when he's finished, he deems the feeding session a failure.
And lastly, Leo is in charge. When Annie, our dog, is in a spot usually designated as mine, she will immediately move when I indicate I'd like to sit. Leo knows everything in the house belongs to him. Even my usual spots. Therefore he'll stare me down with his brilliant blue eyes until a choose a new place to sit. Often he'll start grooming himself, just to establish that he has no intention of leaving. He also knocks items off my dresser to establish dominance. If he wants it, he takes it. That's just the way of Leo's world.
I've grown to love Leo, and I've learned one crucial lesson this year, which is no one really understands cats. They are an enigma - mysterious, graceful, and dominant. Good thing the dog and I are total wusses and let Leo boss us around. Makes everything easier, if you ask me.