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February 21, 2008

Sir Irvington


I know that not much has been documented on the cat front these days. This is in part because an odd harmony has been struck between the two feline camps. The "temporary" barrier that separates the front and back of our apartment still remains and, despite its plywood ugliness, it is effective. My new goal is to figure out how to design a cat door that only admits Irving on either side.

A few months ago we began allowing Irving and Olive to venture into Robetteland. Mostly, this is because in the winter the sun is strongest on their side and we wanted to allow equal opportunity for basking. When we are home on weekends, the door is left slightly ajar so that the front cats can partake, contingent on the behavior of the back cats. Irving took to this method immediately and the addition of our new rocking chair enhanced his need to move freely throughout the apartment.

I have finally accepted the fact that Irving will be neurotic for the rest of his life, despite all of the adjustments we have made- physical, emotional and medical. He has become increasingly nervous and needy over the past year and we've just decided to roll with it. Really, all this cat wants out of life is to curl up in the curved part of my neck and snore. Now, as soon as I arrive home from work, he begins crying and rattling the partition door. His goal: to stand at my feet as we eat dinner, passive-aggressively awaiting my evening position on the rocking chair. I use it to read so that I don't fall asleep (reading on the couch or the bed equals immediate snooze). He knows that as soon as I sit there my legs will be propped up, forming a warm space for his own recline.

This photograph is of Sir Irvington awaiting my nightly homework. He becomes increasingly anxious until that special moment comes.

Posted by callalillie at February 21, 2008 2:16 AM | Feline Musings


Posted by: Bob at February 20, 2008 8:40 PM

That picture just melts my heart. I just to grab him and hug him real hard. Sometimes I do that to King and he gets pissed. LOL.

Posted by: at February 20, 2008 9:24 PM

I would totally consider the magnetic cat door...but knowing Irving, he'd probably manage to eat the magnet.

Posted by: corie at February 21, 2008 9:29 AM

No way I could resist that face.

Posted by: jenblossom at February 21, 2008 12:52 PM

Oh, Irving! You could try investing in fingerprint, er, pawprint technology tantamount to the security system at Dimsum's daycare. Put your pre-screened pointer finger on scanner; door unlocks. Certainly, you could get Bob to merge this technology with a pet-door contraption.

Posted by: Erin at February 21, 2008 1:29 PM

i am babysitting my relatives' cats for a week or so..and having grown up with a cat that (secretly loves me, yes, she does..) openly HATES all of us and basically, the fact that we exist is enough to send her into a dangerous depression....anyways.
their cats LOVE people. i mean..ADORE them. every time i come in they all run to the door to greet me. like a bunch of dogs! it is the weirdest thing.

Posted by: seton at February 22, 2008 1:49 AM

I think there should be a support group for people with overly needy tabby cats. I can be a member, too.

Posted by: Janine at February 22, 2008 9:09 AM

1. I would like to join the aforementioned needy cat group. Can I join even though my kitty is a calico with tabby bits on her?
2. I just found your blog by random google chance and it's great! Props! I'll definitely be back.

Posted by: ShanaRose at February 22, 2008 3:19 PM

Bless his little worried face! I just want to cuddle him! He melts my heart!

Posted by: Nick at February 28, 2008 1:43 PM

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