Heath was having some Mr. Grumpy-pants moments in the shelter, so we sent him to one of our fabulous foster moms to see if he would be a little bit sweeter once he was away from life in a kitty condo. The following is her (very long but worth it!) account of life with Heath. If, after reading this hilarious Heath report, you feel compelled to meet him, e-mail us at [email protected] to learn more about him. Heaths foster holiday hasnt quite hit the two-week mark, but the past handful of days have been interesting enough to mention. Hes decidedly over the insecure stage where human-grooming, “watch me eat or I wont eat at all”, and gratuitous purring at volume were abundant. The new found luxury of having a human and house all to himself have gone straight to his fuzzy head. Hes still sweet as can be, as long as he gets what he wants when he wants it. Heaven forbid one should be otherwise occupied when Mr. Heath rises from his 13-hour bed-warming session in pursuit of entertainment. It starts innocently enough; an adorable meow-honk here, a leg-brush there. This is where you have a choice: drop what youre doing and surrender your evening for the benefit of his amusement, or deal with a bratty cat-glower indefinitely. Should Heaths human choose the latter, hell rotate through several activities in no particular order. One is the crabby-faced huffing and puffing, where he flops around from toy to toy and stares at you to make sure everyone involved knows how utterly annoyed he is to be bored. Another is the “heyyyy, whatchadoooooin?” approach, where he does everything possible to charm you away from what your current task. Broken mews, that vibrating pine cone thing he does with his tail, scooting around your feet like an amorous nut, anything to show you that he can be cool about it, and that you should forget what an absolute brat he was or is about to be. If neither works, youll feel your blood run cold. Youll look up and see Heath pretending to sleep, his eyes only partially closed and staring resentfully into your soul. Ive seen him go as far as to furrow his brow (no kidding) and yowl grumpily until he gets play time. Ive seen him bat at furry toys once or twice, but never get involved with anything that didnt involve human interaction. Hes mostly forsaken the pineapple box in favor of a giant wad of packing paper. Crinkly stuff never seemed to hold his attention before, but he nests himself in the paper pile as soon as hes got my attention and waits impatiently for engagement. As in the first week, the laser pointer takes priority over all else. Hes still laying waste to house plants for fun (knocking buds off for the heck of it? Really, Heath?), but loves the potted grass most. Spooning is still his favorite activity. He still enjoys herding his human around without a destination, just to see if he can. Social eating is still a thing, and there is a small food trough in every room to appease the quirk. Hes less insecure and clingy in a more assertive (and loud) way. As I suspected and kinda knew already, Heath may need to be an only cat and possibly an only housemate. In a perfect scenario, he and is human share a nocturnal schedule where the caretaker is completely obsessed with his happiness and dedicated to appeasing his brief yet intense bouts of social neediness. He seems to have gone from insecure, Velcro-Heath to the new and super-demanding playtime Overlord Heath. Cant wait to see what next week brings! Updates to follow. -Julia
Posted on: Mon, 05 Jan 2015 16:31:16 +0000
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