Cat Lady, Daily Life

When you buy a lemon (cat)

June 4, 2015

Of all the kittens in the pen, the little white one appeared the most friendly. Bouncing around from person to person, rubbing herself on my leg, it seems that she wanted to pick me to be her mamma. She wanted to come home with me. We were an an obvious match.

The Ginger Hunk agreed. “Let’s get the white one” He said.

Day one

Day one

And so Sashimi the cat came home with us, one Easter weekend two years ago. At first, she seemed pretty fine. She would bounce around the house, sleep in the middle of our bed, purring ever so loudly when she settled into the night. Then with adolescence upon her she turned into a bit of a moody lemon.

She became miss hissy to anyone that wasn’t us. “What a cute kitty cat” people say when they walk under our balcony. “heeeeeeeeeeeiiisissssssss.” Sasha replies, with a kind of Darth Vader type look and a noise that says – you come near my house and I am going to fuck your shit up.

If  you smell like a dog you have no chance in hell.

Although super smart and probably running a cat cult in secret – she’s not snuggly at all, she’s sat on my lap twice, (probably by default because there was no space on the couch) and prefers her own bed or the cushion by my side. Yet she has loads of personality and is super cute (look at her). She meows for me so loudly with love in her heart when she sees me walking up the street from the bus stop, and cries for me over the balcony when I leave for a few minutes to take the garbage out.


I can see her little face wedged against the window with desperation to see me…. and then after some pats and a pigeon noise and it’s over… no snuggles.

It is with desperate anticipation she wakes us up each morning, so excited for the day… and then nothing but formula one racing and pigeon noises….….. and so the cat products, cat shelves, and my lap remain vacant spaces…. waiting for love.

What do you think?

Any chance of turning this crazy cat into a lap cat?

On a laundry exploration

On a laundry exploration

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  • Fleur is a bit like this. I really wish she liked being picked up but she hates it and always meows and tries to get down. She has however learned to tolerate a brief cuddle – from me only – in the 18 months I’ve had her, so I’m grateful for that.

  • Hugzilla

    This is where dogs are so much easier! They are such predictable sycophants. Cats march to the beat of the own drum. I prefer the ass-kissing neediness of dogs. LOL.

  • I have two non-cuddly cats. One of them will occasionally sit on my lap, but if I move even slightly, she’s off. Also, in the mornings, after I step out of the shower, she wants to have massive cuddles – lots of scratching on her face and neck, and lots of patting. But that’s all. Can’t touch her at any other time. And the boy cat is just untouchable.

    So we had to get a third cat – picked specifically for his cuddliness and named accordingly. Mr Cuddles loooooves cuddles and face licking.

  • Elizabeth Mills

    Yes we had one like that “Tildy” short for Matilda, ask James, she hated everyone except me and I think that was because I fed her, but she had character and I loved her. Then came the cat version of old age/dementia…..whatever, and she became a “lap cat”! No one was more surprised than me when she jumped up and snuggled into my lap and went to sleep, we were all shocked. So she lived the last few years of her life forgetting that she was nasty and loved us all, better late than never.

    • That was like my old cat Winnie Liz! She was crazy for ten years then turned into a lap cat in her old age! Maybe this is a time thing… I just have to wait it out!

  • She is so adorable! I can’t believe she’s not a snuggly cat…
    To be honest, I have no clue how to turn her into one. Mine are interesting — Pebbles (the female) is a mama’s girl. She’s friendly with everyone but is very clingy to me. And she loves sitting on my lap. Buttons is super-friendly but rarely sits on my lap (unless I’m on the toilet — don’t ask!) He prefers to snuggle next to you on the couch and loves to be spooned by me when sleeping.
    Yes, we have issues.