In light of what’s been going on with Michael Vick, this is going to be in bad form, but I really want to know what the penalty is for killing a cat. The cat specifically known as MY cat. She is driving me absolutely nuts lately. Absofukcinglutely crazy. It started with puking on the carpet yesterday morning when I had to be at work 3.-tres?-three! hours early. This morning, sensing someone was awake (yeah, me. I had to pee), she starts crying to be fed. Only she doesn’t stop there. She jumps on the bed, finds the nightstand (on my side) and a lamp to headbutt & nudge. When that doesn’t work she makes her way to the cedar chest and discovers crunchy tree branches to gnaw on (the rewind: for our engagement party my family made a money tree out of branches from home. I’ve kept every stick). Kisa throws a pillow at Indy. She retreats to the hall, but is determined to keep begging. She yowls louder. Kisa swings the bedroom door shut. Indy takes to “scratching” at the door, her clawless paws paddling at a furious pace. It’s kinda funny but I have a few more minutes of sleep to snatch so I’m not laughing. I’m not even smiling. When we finally feed her she takes a few bites and then races around the apartment like she’s dropped a speedball. Up and down the stairs, window to window, meowing the entire way. Like I said – Nuts.
I have a theory. A few mornings ago I looked out the window at a gruesome sight. A mourning dove lay dead, decapitated on the ground. Tiny white feathers surrounded the body, but not much else. Did Indy witness the murder? Was she just on the other side of the window, that close to being next? Is she haunted by the scene of the crime? Does she worry she’s a marked cat? Or is she jealous? Did she want in on the killing? Did she salivate at the sight of bloodshed? Hunger for the hell unleashed? Does she miss the great outdoors, hunting and having claws? We find it odd that the culprit left the entire bird body behind with only the head unaccounted for. Today, all evidence is completely and utterly gone. Not a feather exists. Maybe, just maybe Indy is pissed someone took her fantasy away.
~*LunaSea*~ 
Good, it’s not just me! I had one cat attacking my feet (scratches to prove it), one trying to make a nest out the the blankets by my side, and the third was running around the kitchen with an occassional cry for attention this morning at an obscenely early hour. Seems like your one cat can be chaos enough in the wee hours. Sure is a good thing you don’t have my three 🙂 They are lucky they are so darn cute!
Is there something in the air? I don’t know how you can deal with three!
Archer stands on my chest at 4 am and paws at my nose with a gentle claw until I wake up and play with him. The other two run room to room, perching in windows, dreaming of hunting birds, or squirrels, or that little bunny who visits our yard. You get used to it I suppose.
Mine have been wacky lately. I think it is the season change. They are all over the place and into everything!
Sidebar… I can understand the being pissed that someone took her fantasy away, I feel like knocking a lamp over, pawing at the door and staring out the window. I just promise not to pee on the carpet. 😉 heee!
Oh must add, I have 3 as well! They are all little stooges right now!
Dragonfly~ You always make me laugh! 🙂 I think you are right about the seasonal thing. It’s starting to get chilly (esp in the am) so we have started closing windows. Nothing irritates Indy more than a closed window!
RT~ You win. Kisa & I both agree that being batted awake by someone with claws is NEVER good! 😉