Our quacking freak of love

Last night John and I were sitting on the couch and Scraggles (see above) had draped himself on the middle cushion, head closest to the edge. He was sleeping, and apparently he was out pretty good, because he jumped (in the that startled way) straight up and then proceeded to do a backwards somersault off the couch. He landed on his feet, and then (it looked to me) woke up in that position. John leaned down to comfort him and I laughed. And laughed. And laughed. I couldn’t help it. Tears streamed down my face and then I laughed more.

John said that he wanted to be sure the dude was okay.  I think he woke up sitting on the floor, completely confused, but fine. Either way, I’m a shit-head for laughing. But, Jebus, that was funny.

When we went camping last week our friend, Chris, took care of the little guy. He said when he came over, the night we left, Scraggles was insistant on attention. Chris sat on the couch, Scraggles jumped up on his lap, curled him self into “baby position.” He then pawed at at a free hand, pulling it toward him with both paws clasped together until Chris started rubbing his belly at which point Scraggles errupted into a very loud purr.

Chris relayed all of this to us as soon as we returned and declared Scraggles the neediest cat he’s ever met. Well, yeah.

When we’re in groups of parents we have stop ourselves from comparing our cat to people’s children. We are totally that annoying couple. He acts more like a surely dog, not at all happy to be wherever you are, he must be the center of attention wherever you are. When we shower, he sits on a table in the bathroom. When we cook he sits on a stool in the kitchen. When we come home, no matter how long we’ve been gone he berates us with his husky meow that sounds more like a duck than a cat.

So, when people are talking about their toddlers being mischevious and waking them in the middle of the night we can’t help ourselves. Oh, we say. He woke me up three times last night, with a paw to the face, and then once this morning just standing on my chest, quacking. Okay, so it’s not exactly like having a kid, but it sure can be annoying.