I have two cats that I’m obsessed with. Two ragdoll Himalyans named Jem and Cheetara. They’re my babies, even though I recognize that makes me the crazy cat lady.
Because of their breed, they are the best pets ever. Ragdolls get their name for being so incredibly docile that they just drape themselves over your arms like an old fashioned rag doll. We call them the puppies because they behave nothing like cats. They greet us at the door, they sleep in our bed, they play fetch, go on walks, and the best part is that I don’t have to follow them around with a plastic baggie to hold their poo.
Jem is Bear’s cat, she adores him. She rarely cuddles us, but she has this weird habit of loving to groom people. Whenever we have company over she’ll hop on the back of the couch and try to lick their heads. And whenever either Bear or I get out of the shower she’ll yell at us until we go to the dresser to get our underwear where she’ll jump on top to lick the water from our hair. This morning she got so carried away she actually climbed on top of my head and down my naked back, when she started to slip off and dug her claws in on the way down. I have a huge nasty bloody cat scratch right on the front of my chest from my collarbone to my armpit. Of course it’s right exactly where my bra would lay and it’s too fresh and painful, so I’ve had to go around the house topless today.
I think she did it on purpose to please her favorite Bear.
My cat is Cheetara, and she is the most affectionate cat I’ve ever seen. Earlier today I was laying in bed and I picked her up and held her like a baby. She looked up at me with those huge Puss in boots eyes and put her paw on my face. Bear thought he was going to go into sugar shock the scene was so sweet.
Right now they are both in heat. Which ups the cuddle factor twice as high. They never leave my side now and are screaming for attention. Every time this happens I feel like I’ve got a teething two year old and by the time the week is over I’m ready to throw them out the window. Bear comes back from work and I throw the little mutts at him saying, “You deal with them for a while, I’m sick of em!”
I find it to be supremely unfair that they are so regularly in heat while I can’t get pregnant. Just rub it right in my nose and then twist the knife in my heart while you’re up there.
I can’t help it, I still love the little buggers.