Thursday, 21 June 2007

Crazy Cat

After reading Marns' post about dead gophers and poop, I thought about my crazy cat. I can actually hear him right now... he is going ape shit in the litter box.

Lemme back up a bit to tell you the story of eddie.

Over 4 years ago, our beloved precious orange freak of a cat (Jack) passed away. Jack had a stroke (we think) right in front of Sean and he died in our arms. It was a very sad day (worse then when my dad died 6 months earlier).

Over the next few weeks, as we mourned over little Jackie, his "bro" Josh also missed Jack. Josh would wander around our apartment howling and "searching" for Jack. It got to the point where we could not leave the condo without Josh trying to block the doorway so we would not leave.

As such, we started searching for a new brother for Josh. We really weren't too keen on getting another cat, as we felt in some morbid way that we were "cheating" on Jack. However, Josh's loneliness soon outweighed our sense of guilt. We adopted Eddie through the M.E.O.W. foundation

Eddie had been abandoned by his former owners and when he first joined our family, he was very skittish. Right from the start, we noticed that he was a very loving cat.  He would seek us out and he would rub our legs over and over again.  However, he was not one to come and cuddle, or one to allow us to pet him.  Over time, he bonded with me, but it took him longer to trust Sean. Because of this, we have come to the conclusion that Eddie must have been abused by a man.

During the last two years, Eddie has really begun to feel comfortable around us. He chases Josh around our house and he openly plays with his cat nip toys without being afraid of us, should we walk by while he is in the midst of his fun.  He now lets us rub him (he especially likes tummy rubs) and he also rubs our friends legs when they come over for a visit.

Lately, we have begun to discover that he is a crazy cat.  For Christmas, my sister gave us this great cow hide for our living room (we call it a "cowpet")  Eddie loves to lay on the rug and roll around on it and rub against the rug for hours.  (literally, hours!)  He also chases absolutely nothing . . . and likes to hide and wait so that he can attack Josh when he walks by.

Just this past week, we have now realized that he is even crazier then we had first thought.  While we were on van isle, we arranged to have a pet sitter come in and check up on our boyz.  We didn't want the pet sitter to have to go all the way into Sean's workshop in the basement to access the litter box, so we set up the boys' bathrooms on the first flight of stairs into our basement.

Since we have been back from BC., I have been terribly busy with work, and Sean has been recuperating from a nasty sinus infection that he caught while out in BC.  As such, we have left the litter boxes on the landing of the stairs.

After I cleaned out the boxes the other night, I heard all of this rumbling and scratching around.  The noise was coming from the area of the litter box.  I checked out the basement stairs and all what I could see were these two glowing eyes in the dark.  I flipped on the light switch to discover Eddie in one of the recently cleaned litter boxes.  He was stretched out to his entire length and he was laying in the litter box.  As I watched.  He rolled around in the litter box.  He turned onto his back and lay in the litter, with all four of his legs pointing towards the ceiling.  Then he arched his head and rolled onto one side and ground his head into the litter - in a quasi erotic type of movement...  (note:  I never thought I would use the word "erotic" to describe one of my cats!)  Then, he rolled onto his other side and repeated this incident.  Next, he rolled onto his stomach and swished the litter with his tail.  All the while, his eyes were gleaming...

Needless to say, I felt like I was intruding on a very private and er... romantic moment.  So, I closed the basement door to give Eddie and the, um, litter boxes some privacy...

Crazy cat!! 

Sunday, 17 June 2007

I'm Back

So, we arrived back home LATE last night from van isle.

I am so frickin' tired!

More later . . .