Smacky says hi

Smacky has somewhat disappeared from my blog. But he’s still around, in that way of cats of demanding attention when he wants it, and being prickly and scarce when he wants to be.

Last week sometime he must’ve gotten into a fight with another cat. I’m guessing it was a white cat because Smacky had little tufts of white fur in his claws, along with a bunch of new scars on his left cheek and a nasty tear in his left ear. After a huge fight like that, Smacky sticks around the house and doesn’t go outside much. I can’t tell if that means he won, or lost. Maybe he won and he doesn’t feel the need to patrol his territory; maybe he lost and is avoiding the winner until he heals up.

Mostly he sat on top of his cat condo, near the heater (hard to remember on this sunny warm Friday morning, but it was cold last week if you’ll recall) or on my bed, curled up in the blankets.

This week I’ve been spending a lot of time catching up on “Battlestar Galactica”, which translates into being curled up on the couch under a blanket, maybe a small amount of delicious white cheddar popcorn to snack on, while I watch TV for a couple of hours (3 hours of viewing time equals four full episodes minus the commercials).

Smacky would do one of two things:

  1. Completely ignore the warm lap I was offering for a long time and stay curled up on his cat condo or in the bedroom… until about 5-10 minutes before I was ready to turn off the teevee and go to bed, at which point he’d wander over, jump up in my lap, curl up, and then growl and hiss 5-10 minutes later when I had to move him to stand up.
  2. Or he would find me immediately, jump up, burrow under the blanket, and then growl and hiss and bite if I moved at all, even a little.

Cats are so random.

Last night I came home and my neighbor lady, Peggy, and Old Barfy were sitting on their front step. As I walked past them and said “hi”, the lady laughed and said, “Someone’s waiting for you!” Smacky was hiding in the bushes, but when he saw me, he came out, rubbed up against my legs, and meowed constantly until I got the door open to let him in.

It’s nice to feel wanted. Even if it’s a cat.