A very mannerly boy... (silly D'Artagnan story)

[badgerpup]

Got home from work Monday morning, weather was good enough for the monsters cats to go out and stretch their legs, play, and get all the kinks and that pent-up energy outta their furry little systems.:bounce:
Esme is the exception; she takes a whiff of fresh air, decides it's too cold for her 11-yr old bones and goes back to bed.
Smart girl, my Ezzle-may...:thumbsup:


I wipe out for a couple hours, wake up, figure it's time to check on the cats (they usually want to come back in about now).
Go to the door and call..they often DO answer to their names.
WHOOSH...OK, that's Riktor, ZZIP...that's Finnegan, SWIZZHH...there's Wimsey...
"MEYOW? MRROW? MYYAAAAAOOW?" That's D'Artagnan, but where the hell is he?
Triangulate the sound...he's across the street, in the neighbor's yard. Neighbor has a chain-link fence, and D'Artagnan is baffled by it, not certain how to get out.
:wtf:
I'm in my jammies and slippers...it's the middle of the day, snow on the ground...
NO WAY IN HELL am I going to parade out there without getting some clothes on first. :grr:
Then the next-door neighbor, alerted by D'Artagnan's meowing, (his volume control can go to 13 when he chooses :nuke:...
although this time I think he only went to 8) comes out of her house.
"YOU BE QUIET!"
I call across to her, "He's just stuck. Can you call him over to the gate so he can get out? His name is D'Artagnan, he's really very nice." She does so, and he comes out. He accepts a pet, and starts down the driveway...then turns around, trots back and rubs against her legs. "Thank you, nice lady!" She is favorably impressed. He then scampers home...and I tell him how pleased I am with his manners.

The next day, I have to take Finnegan to the vet, and D'Artagnan comes along to hold his paw for him; Finn's stress level seems lower (i.e., he doesn't yowl as much...and his volume control goes to at least 12 :hide:) if D'Artagnan is along for the ride.
Told them they could ride loose in the car on the way back, since we were going straight home. This seems to reduce their stress level still further, judging by the lack of vocalizations.

Until..."Moommmm?" Uh-oh..."Mommmm?" It's D'Artagnan. He LIKES riding in the car, so this isn't ZOMFGBBQ HELP WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE 111!!!ELEVENTY1...this is important. He has to go potty, and we're nowhere near home, and no place to pull over. "Can you hold it for just a few minutes?"
Nope...but he CAN..and does...very carefully position his furry little butt over some napkins I had lying on the front seat for GOK what reason...leaving me a smelly-but-minimum clean-up job.

I don't know how much they take in...and I may be anthropomorphisizing(sp?)*...but this kid seems to be special in his understanding of the social nuances in feline-human interaction and make some amazing allowances.

I wish more humans were like him...


* when I try to use 'spellcheck' the computer eats everything, even if I hit 'copy' before hitting 'Check Spelling' Please forgive...:blush:

[spooky3]

1. what a good boy

don't you just love him?

[badgerpup]

2. Yup...

:loveya:

Almost frightens me how fond I've become of him...you know, the "What if...?" thingy.

[BrklynLiberal]

3. That is a VERY special little boy....How about some pics of your babies?

[Sanity Claws]

4. Fascinating

That cat has a great deal of diplomatic skills.