I had just seen the lion image shown with the Milarepa quote when Max, my not-so-little-anymore orange feline, jumped to my chest (whether or not I wanted him to do so) and settled in for his short-attention-span nap.
He is all stretched out across my chest and shoulder and purring and all lovey-dovey and nuzzling my check, and I’m thinking “My gosh you are SO heavy it’s like having a hairy 20lb sack of potatoes on my chest that vibrates and purrs.”
The Milarepa quote also applies well to him.
He does NOT fetch.
But he DOES attack the thrower.
He truly has a mind of his own, more so than any other cat I’ve ever shared a house with. You can call him by name or “kitty-kitty” and he will ignore you completely. It’s a head-shaker how independent and indifferent he can be to requests for his presence.
But open a small can of anything, even if he is in the basement, and within seconds he is right there at your feet reaching up for the counter.
After 1.5 years together, we have managed to coexist better than we had there for awhile. We both gave a little and accepted that neither of us would be exactly what the other wanted, so we simply had to adapt to the idiosyncrasies we each maintained.
We made an unspoken agreement: I feed him the best quality food I can buy, and he doesn’t bite me as hard as he once did. I now have fewer bite marks on my hands and arms than previously, although mainly because it IS winter and I wear long-sleeved shirts now.
See? At least I’m adaptable.
Clearly he views me as HIS property because I can’t go far in the house without him, and he naps where I am within reach of him, whether I’m on the computer or reading in my chair.
He still plays “ambush” and “kitty-commando” every morning during and after I make the bed. I’ve just gotten used to having him grab my leg in a take-down maneuver whenever I walk past it. (Also better experienced in sweatpants than bare legs!)
So this once wild-thing that shares my house has mellowed slightly during his tenure here, and I’ve grown to better appreciate his untamable nature that does make me laugh at his crazier antics.
We even dared to put the Christmas tree up this year, and he was pretty good—only chewed through (nearly stripped the wires off) the lowest light strand once. Fortunately it was attached to a power strip that was shut off at the time or the result might not have been so favorable for him.
Basically it’s a live and learn situation.
I learn to have a LOT of patience, and he lives in the house another day.