My husband and I had a short discussion this morning (if you can really call a few bleary 7 AM musings anything so grand as a “discussion” ) about our boy cat Methos. He’d been annoying me (again!) with his nighttime and early morning antics, and an observation (which should have been obvious) came to my sleepy mind as Methos moved from his spot next to my belly, where he was being lavished with pettin’s, (after having hopped up on the bed and (more than likely done his usual pushy headbutt thingie,) and went to curl up next to my legs. And the observation was this;
Methos is a “grass is greener” kind of cat. In this case, the grass is greener at the bottom of the bed…until it’s greener at the top. And it never has more appeal than when me, hubby, AND the baby are all smooshed in the bed together. Then, Methos has to wedge himself in between us anywhere he can…touching all three of us at once, if at all possible.
Methos
The food in the container that he can’t get to is always better than that half-day old food in his bowl.
The apple in my hand is what he wants…until I give it to him and he realizes he doesn’t eat fruit.
As my husband noted, he only wants to be across the room at three in the morning if he can get there in half a second flat.
He is the most lovable of my three (now 2) cats, but he’s also the most annoying. He’s pushy, always underfoot, he always does things he knows he’s not supposed to…and he’s noisy. Myrr? Myrr myrr myrr? And he’s always stepping on my husband’s balls. The whining especially has I think gotten worse since Neeners passed away.
But he’s also really cool. He’s a big boy, not really fat, but beefy. Even non-cat people (like my FIL) are charmed by him. He’s super-friendly. He plays fetch. I’m tempted to say he’s very like a dog…but he still has plenty of “cat-itude” to go around. I love that big, dumb bastard. I took a “Which Celebrity is your Cat” quiz (thank you, Dianda) and Methos is Johnny Knoxville.
Your cat is Johnny Knoxville!
The kind of pet that can leap tall fences in a single bound (or not, but give it a shot anyhow), Methos is the original Jackass, Johnny Knoxville!
Going through the pain so you don’t have to, Methos knows that he trots a fine line between funny and stupid, but he doesn’t care—he’s laughing about it all the way to the pet store. His over-the-top antics make you grimace with fear and you often find it hard to believe that he actually enjoys playing the class clown. But Methos laps it up and continues to defy the odds, despite your warnings and concerns. Other males in the pack tend to be a little jealous of Methos, but the females find him simply dreamy. A die-hard good ol’ boy, Methos is more of a General Lee type than a Knight Rider, but give him enough time to think things through and he’s sure to find a way to wreck both vehicles at the same time.
And that should tell you all you need to know about Methos. He is the “original jackass.”
Related articles
- Honoring Neeners (c. 2000 – June 7, 2012) (alienredqueen.wordpress.com)
- http://catsnco.wordpress.com/2012/06/12/the-celebrity-cat-quiz/
Do cats always tend to step on balls? Just wondering, my cats here do the same. It’s like they do it purpose.
It sure seems that way. My other two (one 😦 ) cats aren’t bad about it, but probably because they are not as much “lap cats.” My kid is also a ball buster! Hahaha!
Well, my cats aren’t really lapcats. But so now and then they sit on our lap, when they REALLY want attention. But yea, ball busters they are sometimes.
Lokii likes to ‘make biscuits’ and I see him do it to hubby in the general ball-area a lot. I’m not entirely sure hubby minds… Mine step on my nipples and that huuuurts. TMI? 🙂
Not TMI…fuckin’ hilarious! I was always worried they would come after me for my milk boobies… I think my feelings were a little hurt when they didn’t . 😉
Oh man, I wish you could have heard me laugh when I read that! ‘LOL’ doesn’t nearly cover it! If hubby wasn’t blasting Iron Maiden he woulda been in here to see what the hell was making me squawk! Seriously, they never noticed when you leaked? Man I bet my bras would have easy-acess holes chewed in them after I left em in the hamper too long… I would feel a bit offended too 🙂
Oh god, I know exactly what you mean!
I had a shrink many years ago who had an office in a small building out in his yard. He let his animals come in during sessions, which I thought was cool… he also let his cat mercilessly knead his crotch…which was …not so cool… 😦
Oh, the image in my head! Not cool, not cool!
Yeah, he really looked like a child molester
Ha! I didn’t check in for a bit and see what I missed! Okay that’s totally creepy. At least my hubby is asleep or mostly asleep when this happens!
I had a cat growing up that would never leave me alone when I was eating carrots. And same thing as you with the apple, of course he didn’t want it. Jerk cats!
We love them for their JERK-ITUDE
Why haven’t you written a post about the science of “Jerk-itude”.
give it time 😀
Ha! Well Methos has to be your Bengal 🙂 And im pretty sure in that photo he’s doing ‘teeth on skin, not love-biting, exactly, but thinking hard about it.’ I didn’t take the test, because I don’t know much about celebrities and a lot of the description would be lost on me. Howeveah – I do know Jackass! And I can bet my Bengal would get the saaaame answer. Did you read the long post where I describe what a pain in the hole he can be? I’d link but I know how you feel about that 🙂
Actually, he’s not the Bengal (although we though he might be at first because of the similarity in his markings to the Marble Bengal as well as his broad nose.) You can link me 😉
Are you sure he isn’t? I really thought he was because of the grey toe-pads. Tabbies are usually pink or black. And the behaviour seems right! Ok let me seek out that post.,. Oh that was easier than I thought. http://heretherebespiders.com/2011/11/23/bengal-games/
Well, his rosettes (or marbling in this case) isn’t tri-colored like it’s supposed to be and his fur doesn’t have the gold or silver color, but if he was that would be awesome, because we found him in a shelter. Chloe, her meow is a lot different than his…and LOUD!
That your cat is Johnny Knoxville is indeed a reason for concern. However, take some comfort in the knowledge that Methos isn’t that half-witted cretin, Steve-o.
Or the destructive and parent torturing Bam Margera! 😉
Thank God it’s not! You’d pretty much have to put him down.
I took the quiz for my two cats. My little menace Onyx was Al Gore. And giant lovely boy was Snoop Dogg….go figure!
Right now, Onyx is curled up with my dog. But guarantee, as with any other night, as soon as the lights go out he will run around the house, body slam (seriously, full on body slam) the bedroom door, and then leap all me in bed, lick nose….and his favorite, stand on my throat if I ignore him. (Luckily he’s not a ball or booby cat).
Standing on your throat is pretty bold though. LOL, like, “You don’t need to breathe or anything, do ya???” Methos laid on my face last night. I hate when I get cat hair stuck in my chapstick
LOL! I’m sure thats Onyx’s train of thought too. “You’re asleep, so you dont need to breathe. Either wake up and play, or die.”
Ewww, dog hair in my lipgloss is usually my thing. My lovely, darling, rather large dog, insists on sharing my pillow…and sometimes my teddy bear.
BAHhahaha! “wake up and play, or die!” maybe with a “feed me” in there somewhere!
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