1. Chewing of the plastic bag at 7.35 am
We have a morning routine at my house, which starts with me peeing. A pretty normal thing for any person to do, right? I have a plastic bag full of toilet paper sitting in the corner of the bathroom, hidden away so that you can't really see it. Still, while I'm doing my thing, the cat comes in, and starts to chew on the plastic bag. She doesn't chew on it any other time, not before I start to pee, and not after, but during. Nor does she do it if I go to the bathroom in the afternoon or evening or night. But in the morning, for about 15 seconds, she enjoys this little task of destroying my plastic bag full of toilet paper.
2. Getting down and dirty, and then clean again
Cats like to play, right? Whether she's playing alone with a rubber ball or what ever kind of a toy she's managed to find somewhere, or with me, there's always one thing in common with her playtime. In the middle of a giant leap or a super fast spring to the other room she gets the feeling that the hairs on her left leg aren't perfectly in order, and so she makes a full stop and starts to lick that spot. And then off she goes again, until the same feeling creeps up again and she sits down on her arse and licks it better. I don't know if it's a lack of concentration or just being freakishly tidy, but it sure makes me laugh.
3. It's food rationing time!
Usually cat's are smart eaters, they never eat everything at once, but they eat a little bit at a time so that they always have a little something stowed away in case they get peckish. Still, I find it fairly amusing to find one little piece of cat food (you know the crunchy little nibbles they eat) in the bowl as I wake up in the morning. Just one, no more, no less. I guess it was left there in case I didn't wake up in the usual hour. Or that I died in my sleep. Or I'm out of cat food and need to go buy more when I wake up. I don't know how one single crumb can help the cat at that point, but I'm sure she has her reasons.
4. The evil eye of Sauronnnnmieowwwww
When I get home from work, we got another routine. As in I get my coat off and rush over to feed the cat. After she has eaten, she cleans herself obviously from head to toe to tail, and after that she positions herself about 2 meters from me, sits down very tightly occupying about 10cm x 10cm patch on the floor, and starts to stare at me. Now obviously she wants something. Since she has just eaten, I suppose she wants to play. So I get up and find her favorite toy, a ball, and throw it (we often play catch, go figure). She looks at the fleeing ball, but doesn't make a move. I get back to my seat, and she keeps on staring at me. Now, if she was in my face pointing with her paw at her broken leg, or making other kinds of charades, then it would be clear what she wanted. Instead she just sits there with a peculiar look, as if she was saying "you don't know it yet, but I've just eaten a pair of your favorite earrings while you were gone". That reminds me, better check the jewelry box tonight.
5. Me Tarzan you Jane
This usually happens when I'm in the bathroom doing my make-up or fixing my hair. As I'm standing there, all relaxed, doing my thing, all of a sudden the cat runs in like she was possessed by the devil and jumps on my leg with a bewildered look in her eyes. Having 20 claws stuck to your thigh is very painful, especially if you're not wearing any pants. She just hangs there, like Tarzan hanging on to a tree trunk. And just as she came in all of a sudden, she takes off just as fast, running. If I go after her to see what the hell she's up to, she's already planted her arse on the sofa, acting like she just woke up and has no idea what I was fussing over.
Seeing that she's an indoor cat and therefore spends her days inside the house, she must get a little bored sometimes. So I try to play along with her little weirdnesses, because she seems to be so much happier after having played her little pranks on me. Love you kittycat.
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PS. I'm off to Vienna for a long weekend, so I'll see you when I get back. That's if the good people of the Venice airport are willing to let me into the airplane, seeing that they're having a strike. Again. I'm the unluckiest flyer in the world. Let's hope that atleast the 4 star hotel lives up to my expectations :) Fotos will follow!!

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