kitty pi

Pi-licious, the very confused kitty

The wrong idea

I think my cat has the wrong idea about the dump truck. Maybe he's trying to tell us something about the litterbox!

Actually, he was trying to escape from the vacuum cleaner which sends him into fits of PTSD for some reason.

This is Pi. He showed up on our doorstep a year ago and, though we tried to find his owners, he's been ours ever since. He's an enormous and wild animal! He acts like a kitten but is apparently an old cat with a very old soul (yes, cats have souls). He's a lot like us.

We didn't name him for a very long time because we never thought we'd keep him. Ultimately, the name was shortened from kitty-pie, sweetie-pie, pumpkin-pie, pie-licious, et cetera, and the fact that I loved the book Life of Pi. I always think of him as being like Richard Parker, the tiger who disappeared into civilization without a trace. He is such a good cat; we called him "cat in a can" he came fixed, potty-trained and de-clawed. We would never get a cat de-clawed but he came that way so I am not going to complain that our furniture and stereo speakers are still intact.

Here's the TMI part: As for being fixed - I have never known a cat that liked to hump people. We also sometimes call him Sir Humpsalot. He goes crazy humping people and we don't know why. He seems confused about kneading, purring and pro-creating as he always starts purring and kneading but quickly starts a-humping. Freud would have something interesting to say about that.

I figured it was time for an introduction to the namesake of my meager blog.

posted by Anita at 10:47 AM