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sessifetSigns that Kenny is growing old:
Falling over when receiving head scritchies. And not the 'Oooh, scritchies. Lovely scritchies. Little bit to the left. Little bit to the right. You know, I think I'll flop down and be a puddle of fur for a bit,' kind of falling over. No, this was the 'Oooh, scritchies. Lovely scri...wait, where've my legs gone? *floomp*' kind. Complete with vague 'Wot the hell just happened?' look.
And he's getting contrary. He doesn't want to eat at the regular times anymore, but rather expects to be fed whenever he's hungry. And he'll be sure to tell us when that occurs. Problem is that Kenny's attitude to communication can best be described as One Mree Fits All. This means we regularly follow Kenny around as he enthusiastically mrees at us, the bathroom door, the computer, the back door, the window, the empty food dish and anything and everything that happens to be on the way to his ultimate goal.
Curiously, it doesn't seem to annoy him that his humans appear to be severely lacking in clue as to what he wants. In fact, we sometimes suspect that he's being vague on purpose, just so he can get even more attention. Yea, for Kenny is a hug-slut. :)
Snowball, on the other hand, is a master of non-verbal communication. He has perfected the 'Enthusiastic Dance of Food About To Happen'* , the 'Jig of Wanting Out Out Oooouuuuuut Nooooooooow (With Added Pathetic Pawing At The Window)'**, and the 'Oh My Dear Lord, My Litter Pan Has a Minuscule Amount of Poo In It! Get It Out Now!' butt-shuffle.
And he will get peeved if we don't catch on quickly enough, which usually ends up with him sitting at the foot of the bed really early in the morning and purring. Now, some of you may have heard him, but for those who haven't, Snowball's purr sounds a lot like an oncoming freight train, and is completely impossible to sleep through. Especially when he combines it with gnawing on your big toe because you moved it.
God, I'm going to miss them when I've moved. *ponders smuggling them in her luggage*
*Which consists of him jumping up and down on his back legs trying to grab the bowl of food with his front legs.
** Closely related to this is the 'Wanting To Be Let Back In 5 Minutes Later' Meerkat pose. (Sometimes with added yowl)
Falling over when receiving head scritchies. And not the 'Oooh, scritchies. Lovely scritchies. Little bit to the left. Little bit to the right. You know, I think I'll flop down and be a puddle of fur for a bit,' kind of falling over. No, this was the 'Oooh, scritchies. Lovely scri...wait, where've my legs gone? *floomp*' kind. Complete with vague 'Wot the hell just happened?' look.
And he's getting contrary. He doesn't want to eat at the regular times anymore, but rather expects to be fed whenever he's hungry. And he'll be sure to tell us when that occurs. Problem is that Kenny's attitude to communication can best be described as One Mree Fits All. This means we regularly follow Kenny around as he enthusiastically mrees at us, the bathroom door, the computer, the back door, the window, the empty food dish and anything and everything that happens to be on the way to his ultimate goal.
Curiously, it doesn't seem to annoy him that his humans appear to be severely lacking in clue as to what he wants. In fact, we sometimes suspect that he's being vague on purpose, just so he can get even more attention. Yea, for Kenny is a hug-slut. :)
Snowball, on the other hand, is a master of non-verbal communication. He has perfected the 'Enthusiastic Dance of Food About To Happen'* , the 'Jig of Wanting Out Out Oooouuuuuut Nooooooooow (With Added Pathetic Pawing At The Window)'**, and the 'Oh My Dear Lord, My Litter Pan Has a Minuscule Amount of Poo In It! Get It Out Now!' butt-shuffle.
And he will get peeved if we don't catch on quickly enough, which usually ends up with him sitting at the foot of the bed really early in the morning and purring. Now, some of you may have heard him, but for those who haven't, Snowball's purr sounds a lot like an oncoming freight train, and is completely impossible to sleep through. Especially when he combines it with gnawing on your big toe because you moved it.
God, I'm going to miss them when I've moved. *ponders smuggling them in her luggage*
*Which consists of him jumping up and down on his back legs trying to grab the bowl of food with his front legs.
** Closely related to this is the 'Wanting To Be Let Back In 5 Minutes Later' Meerkat pose. (Sometimes with added yowl)
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Date: 2006-04-02 09:23 pm (UTC)CCA
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Date: 2006-04-05 12:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-05 12:27 pm (UTC)Oh, and you have been added. No turning back now.
(Well, I suppose there is, but let's just for the sake of argument assume there isn't...)
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Date: 2006-04-06 06:38 pm (UTC)That sounds ominous. :)