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.
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.”
- Honoring Neeners (c. 2000 – June 7, 2012) (alienredqueen.wordpress.com)