*Originally written February 10, 2006*
As anyone who has *ever* met me knows, I am such a nerd when it comes to my cats. I have to admit that, if I was a third party, I would think that I'm a *little* bit obsessive. Today, I learned why.
I've always known that Telly (the light beige one) was a little odd. From the time that he ran into the stove when I moved it, took a step back, shook it off, and ran right into it again, I knew something just wasn't quite right. First off, he's gay. He ignores female cats (even before he had "the surgery") and sits with his front paws crosssed. He is such a momma's boy, following me around every minute that I'm home. Both of the little ones meet me at the door and, after eating, plant themselves close to where ever I'm at, most of the time on my lap. Even now, as I'm typing, Telly is perched on my knee with his tail in my face. When I ask him for kisses, he ducks his head so I can kiss the top of it. When I lay down, Telly and Dottie are right there, snuggling under the covers with me. Telly chases his tail and attacks *anything* that can't attack him back. He just fell off my bed. But, I digress.
The weirdest thing about Telly, by far, is his eating preferences. Sure, he'll eat cat food-the cheaper the better-but he is never far off when I'm trying to enjoy a meal. I'm sure that some of his appetite comes from the "munchies" cause I've never met a cat who enjoys the ganje like he does. The first time the incessant begging began, I was eating some Rold Gold Honey Braided pretzels (mmmm) while watching TV. He kept trying to get a bite so, finally, I held one out and said, "Go ahead." He ate the whole damn thing! And it didn't stop there. His favorite snacks include potato chips (any kind-he's not choosy), crackers, tortilla chips, and most recently, Cheetos! The best tho, is angel hair pasta. I was eating a bowl of plain noodles with him at my feet meowing. I picked one out and dangled it above his head and, sure enough, he jumped up, caught it, and ate it! So, being me, I did what any cat lover would do: I dangled a piece out of my mouth like Lady and the Tramp. He put his paws on my cheeks and proceeded to eat the whole piece of pasta.
Yes, I know, I have a weird cat. But, I guess it's kind of fitting since I'm turning into the crazy cat lady. : )
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