We've taken on a new cat - Tigger

I have discovered that it seems I'm the only person that my master Tigger allows to give him a belly scratch on a regular basis. His primary slave (my wife) is allowed to scratch his belly (sometimes) and handle his feet. I'm not allowed to do that.

My master Sterling (the cat who is now a diabetic) is starting to spend more than 30 seconds on the bed if I'm there watching TV. If his brother Laptop is on the bed he'll stay for maybe 10 minutes or longer provided I don't move.
Normally I'm only safe if I'm in the kitchen or sitting at the table. Sigh...

life goes on with my masters. %^)

Tigger has started a new behavior in that he now wants to be picked up (only in the kitchen for some reason) so that he can look around (I think it's so he can spy any food available that he can beg for)

He will sit in my crooked arm with paws on shoulder. Demanding being petted.

ALL of his slaves (cats are masters and people are slaves) must comply or suffer loud meows.

All of the other masters have yet to demonstrate this trait. I'm sure Tigger will pass this information.

I just read this straight through - what a wonderful chronicle!

Thank you so much for sharing.

I don't know if I'd call it wonderful when Tigger walks up and down my body and meows loudly in my ear to wake me up so he can get out of the bedroom for a drink in HIS bathroom but he has become much more mild mannered. Thank you though. %^)

Tigger appears to be the guilty party, albeit unwittingly, who turns off my cpap/bipap machine. I have the machine on a box so that it is lower than my
recumbent form when sleeping. It forms a natural stairstep to the bed. Floor to box to cpap/bipap to nightstand. This way he does not have to jump the entire distance, is he so choses. Stepping up he will sometimes turn off the cpap/bipap. The cpap/bipap has a sensor that turn on the machine if it detects breathing so I just keep sleeping. HOWEVER, the heater for the humidifier gets turned off and that means I awaken with a very dry mouth. I highly recommend having a desert mouth. It produces many new sensations and allows horrid breath to build so that darling wife will not approach closer than 5 feet.

Tigger and my other masters (cats are masters and humans are slave - just ask them and they will tell you all about it - if it pleases them to tell you) seem to think that it rivals their kibble breath and don't mind.

Tigger has chosen to ignore the hose and noisy machine. It's just part of the background noise now and is beneath his attention.

Life with my masters goes on.

Tigger was in fine fettle this morning. Standing on the guest bathroom sink, tail quivering (he does this on a fairly frequent basis) and rubbing his head against the mirror frame. We call him Mr. Quivertail during these occasions. He's not angry or in a cranky mood. Just quivers his tail.

That was followed by "Might Straw Hunter" mode. A deep throated meroowwlll will be heard throughout the house and everyone knows that he has successfully hunted down and killed a straw. Tigger will sometimes race around the house with the straw and finally present his kill to one of his slaves. (humans are slaves to cats; cats are masters - Ask them they'll tell you) I'm in the kitchen, almost ready to do to work, when he walks in and demands that he be picked up. He is now laying on my arm, rear legs supported by my hand, and his head near my shoulder looking around. He has discovered that a new higher perch will allow a different view of his domain and he likes to look around. He also requires that I pet him. Darling wife is about to make my lunch sandwich and he spies the lunch meat. DOWN like a flash and TELLING / demanding that he be fed with part of my lunch. A small portion was delivered, thus satisfying the demands so he walks over to his food bowl and eats a couple of kibbles. Tigger is the type cat who only eats what he needs to eat and no more. He's not overweight. The other four masters will all eat as much as they can and will gain weight so we feed them three times a day.

Than off to the races through every upstairs room with a sudden throw myself on the floor stop. Looking around, as if to say "What are you looking at? I'm resting so don't bother me!"

Life with my masters goes on.

Tigger was "working" last night, on the bed ("normal" people would call it sleeping, but we cat slaves know that our masters are actually working) when he decided to stretch. A very LONG stretch which resulted in his sliding off the bed. (This particular behavior is what my darling wife and I call: "I meant to do that")

His look to us indicated that "I meant to do that" to show you that I am fully capable of extra ordinary gymnastic displays of physical accumen. It really was a fine display of the agility that our master Tigger is capable.

(we started laughing when he exited the room) Hope he doesn't think we were laughing at him. %^)

At least you waited till he left the room to laugh at him! I'm afraid I'm not so sensitive to my kittie's fragile egos.

Darling wife and I have discovered that we MUST not laugh at them else they get cranky. Cranky cats are not nice to have around when in multiple numbers.

Originally Posted by felton

Tigger was "working" last night, on the bed ("normal" people would call it sleeping, but we cat slaves know that our masters are actually working) when he decided to stretch. A very LONG stretch which resulted in his sliding off the bed. (This particular behavior is what my darling wife and I call: "I meant to do that")

His look to us indicated that "I meant to do that" to show you that I am fully capable of extra ordinary gymnastic displays of physical accumen. It really was a fine display of the agility that our master Tigger is capable.

(we started laughing when he exited the room) Hope he doesn't think we were laughing at him. %^)

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I hope he doesn't read this and see me laughing. I may get a self-taken photo of a cat giving me the evil eye in the mail.

Tiggger, Shadow AND Charlie were in flaky feline mode this afternoon. Three cats tearing around the house, performing bounce turns (90 degree turns that may or may not involve bouncing off a slave [cats are masters, humans are slaves] )and other random acts of master actions that generally end with a sudden flop on the floor or cat chair with a look of: "I've been resting what's your problem and why are you looking at me like that?" It can be disconcerting to be sitting at a computer and suddenly have a cat laying on your lap and than launch himself to run around the house as quickly as he jumped on your lap.

I went downstairs to find that Laptop and Sterling were curled up together in the clean laundry basket so methinks that whatever was causing the flaky conditions upstairs had not migrated to the basement.

and this is the cat that the in-laws wanted to have put down your continuing posts of Tigger are so inspiring - see what miracles happen when slaves know how to do their job

My in-laws do not wish any pet to suffer, hence they normally put them down. I should point out that they had darling wife take the cat to the vet for a quality of life opinion (as they had previous pets). Darling wife is a nurse and has knowledge of kidney failure so she told them that Tigger would stay with us till he no longer had a good life. Tigger "seems" to like it here and his kidney disease is not progressing very quickly. Hooray for that.

Sterling, our diabetic long haired master, is going to the vet today for a 12 hour test. Tigger will be in fine fettle once he returns, because that "evil vet smell" will be brought into the house. Tigger hates being taken to the vet and apparently the odor is brought home. Be it dog, bird or cat the smell comes and he'll be cranky for awhile. We really have quite the chorus when we take three or more of the masters to the vet. Such weeping, wailing and gnashing of teeth you've never heard. Every one of our cat masters (we humans are slaves to the masters - just ask them they will confirm this statement) has a different and special song they sing when its off to the vet.

Oh, the poor things, and poor humans!

I hope it all goes well. I, too, hate diabetes.

That is sooo great that you can take care of Tigger financially. Not many people can do that when the expense is sooo high

Sterling, who practically jumped into his slaves arms when she went to get him from the evil vet, endured his testing rather well. His diabetes is under control. Tigger was not as cranky as we thought he'd be, but I attribute that to his being put in his room prior to darling wife leaving for vet. We found that have to put Tigger in his own room so we can let all the other masters have time with us since he will attack Sterling and Laptop. He's just plain nasty to them. Sterling and Laptop were put downstairs and Tigger brought upstairs. Tigger wasn't too upset but he did detect the smell of the "evil vet".

Tigger decided that he had to test my alertness. Walking down the hall he would stop in front of me. I had to stop suddenly. Walk two feet forward and stop. Another sudden stop on my part. Walk another two feet forward and stop one more time. I had to brake quickly or run over my master (cats are masters and humans are slaves. Just ask them and they will tell you) Walk three feet this time and stop. By this time I've waited for him to walk further. Tigger looks at me and turns quickly into his drinking bathroom. I walk to the bathroom door and ask him if wishes me to turn on his water. I does and I do.
I must give him a back rub for at least 15 seconds before he drinks (I think he's waiting for the water to get cold but he waits none the less) He starts drinking, which is my signal to stop the attention. I may now go about my normal daily business until he decides that I must do something else.

Darling wife (DW) and I went to see an old friend (a real little old lady whom we dearly love) who has three masters and a dog. Two of the three masters (cats are our masters BTW, humans are slaves) came to investigate, get attention and otherwise make themselves an interested party in the knitting that DW was doing. DW is knitting a shawl for sale (breast cancer) that is made of Alpacka (donated by Alpacka farms) For reasons unknown to all, two of the cats were enthralled. Sticking nose into knitting bag, bonking the ball of yarn and watching with great interest the yarn as it traveled to the needles. Helper kitties and "Lets play with the yarn"

We bid goodbye and go home. Tigger greets us at the door; discovers that we have been with other cats (and a dog) and cops an attitude that "YOU'VE BEEN WITH ANOTHER CAT!" and acts offended. We go watch TV (and DW starts knitting again) when Tigger comes over and sniffs me up and down. Hmmm I'm not so upset now, just initially offended. I'll go sniff primary slave. Hmmm she wants to play yarn ball with me. Ok.. I can do that. Oh wait it's that Alpacka. I've got to bonk it. Nuzzle and purr. Oh it's moving. I have to play with it. It's

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I CAN'T PLAY WITH THAT BALL OF YARN!

I'll try later. Yawn.... long stretch (and proceeds to fall off bed) I mean't to do that you impertinent slaves. I'm demonstrating proper cat behavior and agility. You better not laugh. (we don't)

I want some water out of MY SINK. (I go water Tigger) and when I'm done I'll do some work. (laying very still at the end of the bed for a great deal of time takes job skills that I'll teach you so just observe me please)

(do I detect gentle snoring?) hmm can't be. Tigger would never sleep on the job.

lol...the way you describe it I can picture it completely! And I have to laugh about Tigger and the "purposeful" fall of the bed. Somehow cats have mastered that "I meant to do that" look!