We have two cats, Joe and Halloween. Halloween is aggressively friendly (read needy), has a very large personality and has thumbs so she tends to be talked about more. Joe, on the other hand, is what I call a pillow cat. He lays around like a decorative pillow (he’s colored like a Holstein cow — so he’d fit in a room with a ranch theme quite well) and he loves to sleep on pillows. He doesn’t do much else but eat, complain if his food dish is only half full and use the litter box (or anything shaped like a box, depending on his mood — just ask Diane).
However Joe does have one personality quirk. When he was very young, perhaps still a kitten, he became attached to a small plastic creature that came with a game that one of the kids got for a gift. It is a 2-inch-tall turquoise dragon(?) with a round ball in its belly that clicks when you push it. I think it was used as the spinner or dice in a game, but since the rest of the game is now gone, cannot be certain.
It has a tuft of hair on the top of its head and Joe picks it up by that tuft, much like a mother cat would pick up its kitten (or like a cat might pick up a mouse) and walks from room to room with it. He also knocks it around the hardwood floors very noisily at 3 in the morning. If we find the toy and click the belly-ball, Joe usually comes quickly (for Joe — running is not his style) to check out the noise. I think he knows what we have, because nothing else but food brings him to us that quickly.
Sometimes the toy is lost for months at a time — usually under furniture and when we get around to dusting under or vacuuming behind the furniture we find it and stop what we are doing to click the belly-ball for Joe. Then he plays with it for a few days until it gets lost again.
Last night I woke up when I rolled over on something solid and realized it was Joe’s favorite toy. He must have found it somewhere and brought it to me in bed. I hid it under the pillow so he would not decide to play with it when I wanted to sleep. He’s been playing with it this morning, though — it was on the kitchen floor a few minutes ago.
So Joe, despite his unassuming demeanor, does have at least one quirky quality — one just has to find it among the dust bunnies.
6 thoughts on “Joe’s Best Friend”
It’s kind of a freaky little toy, isn’t it?
Heh — it might be the angle of the photos. I think it is kind of cute.
Our girl cat, Hickory, has several important objects. We often say she has a rich inner life. And we have a pillow cat, too, Bleys.
.-= bridgett´s last blog ..That’s about the size of it =-.
One time when I visited and slept in the basement Joe came and slept on the pillow by my head. That was kind of cute. More recently when I stayed in the attic (and I do love it up there) he discovered my suitcase for other purposes. Not so cute.
That’s so cute. Joe is beautiful – he looks just like my Cleo, who sleeps on a small, cow-print bean bag.
Bridgett: I had a fellow teacher friend whose cat adopted a puppet from an educational kit. She ended up having to buy a new puppet for the kit because the cat was so fond of the original puppet.
Diane: Didn’t know Joe slept on your pillow once. Thought we locked them away in the laundry room other times you were here.
Mali: Thanks! (Diane’s new granddaughter is named Cleo!)