Some Quality Friday Cat Blogging

I don’t know what it is, but family members and weird people that stop by (is that redundant?) seem to love my cat. It’s the ears. Except for other Scottish Fold owners, aint nobody’s cat got cooler ears than The Bruce. Okay, whoever ended up with this cat does, but that’s just a freak of nature.

For those that don’t know, my cat The Bruce is half Scottish Fold and half Siamese. As my wife likes to put it, someone’s show cat was defiled.

It’s also been a while since The Bruce has graced the blog, so I thought I would provide a nice little writeup.

Anybody that has a cat knows they’re creatures of habit, and The Bruce is no exception. Every morning at around 6am, he meets my wife at the bedroom door (he gets locked out at night) eager for company. Coffee and breakfast in hand, my wife and The Bruce catch up on world affairs, watching the news from the couch.

With enthusiam that makes any father’s heart swell with pride (and makes any mother jealous), The Bruce has a strong affinity for me over my wife. When The Bruce hears my alarm at 6:45am, he jumps off my wife’s lap, runs to the bedroom door, and starts yowling. (It’s a cross between a meow and howl — the Siamese in him coming through). My wife bitterly protests playing second fiddle.

Mornings are the time when The Bruce seems demon possessed. He attacks imaginary demons and displays the latest gymnastic routines he’s practicing for the 2008 olympics.

The day is the typical schedule for any cat. Approximately 11.5 hours of sleep.

Before bed, The Bruce likes to unwind just like the rest of us. He’s become an exceptional practitioner of yoga, contorting himself into unnatural positions, as the following series of pictures illustrates.

He usually demands as much attention as he can possibly get before we head to bed. In fact, his latest trick is one my wife loves to encourage. The Bruce sits on the back of large chair in the living room, and when my wife stops petting him and trys to walk off, he reaches out and taps her on the back several times with his paw. She pets him just to watch his reaction when she tries to walk off.

Just how loved is this cat? A few weeks ago my wife, covered with hair with The Bruce in her lap, looked at me and said, “I never thought I’d say this. I’ve become a cat a person.”

We’ve become so fond of The Bruce that when he finally kicks the bucket (don’t worry, he has many years left), we just might have to get a purebred Scottish Fold. They don’t come cheap though, starting at $500 and most breeders have a waiting list.