The difference in cat breeds

In a household with 3 Somali’s, a Maine Coon and a Persian, it quickly becomes apparent how different the personalities of the individual breeds are. The Somali’s are your mischievous, bright tomboys looking for trouble at every opportunity – and as they get older they settle for ruling the roost with a solid iron paw. The Maine Coon is far more laid back, but with a core of steel – she will only be pushed so far – and then the hammer hits. The Persian…the white, fluffy Ulysses boy…well, he is just the cutest thing ever… and so not bright…

Am A Bit Worried... Must Cuddle With My Dad...

Am A Bit Worried… Must Cuddle With My Dad…

Sometimes I feel as if I live with this giant, ultrasoft teddybear that moves everywhere in the most endearing, clumsy fashion. I realise that part of it is due to his having had a form of a stroke in his spinal chord a year ago, something that has left him with a slight awkwardness to his gait. Nevertheless, on top of that seems to be a tendency to boundless enthusiasm for getting in my face with ANY part of his body that he can possibly throw my way! When I am sitting on my desk and he begs to be lifted up (after the memorable occasion where he jumped – rather clumsily – and landed on top of Penny, the Maine Coon – well, the fur was flying…), he immediately proceeds to WALK back and forth right in front of me with his (very full) tail very energetically flying. Need Cuddles, he implores, Sooo Happy To Get Attention Without The Monsters !, he shares (talking about the two Somali girls). Are SCARY, he moans….(he moans rather effectively, and in the cutest possible way). So FAST, he whispers. Just You And Me, Mom?, as he snuggles up to me and possessively claims one of my hands.

And when I lie in bed, he jumps straight up on my chest, THROWS himself at me and walks back and forth, back and forth, alternatively tickling my face with his whiskers (SO annoying when you are trying to sleep, I would like to point out!) and sweeping across it with his tail, which by this time is usually full of leaves and branches. Gardening VERY Important, he insists. So Much To Do Out There! So Much To Clear Up! Leading my husband to sigh deeply when he looks at the floor he has JUST gone over with the vacuum cleaner – and while he has put the vacuum cleaner away – the floor has acquired a new accumulation of leaves and twigs, with a very smug Persian plunked down in the middle of it. In the night time it usually ends up with him collapsing on top of my head with his cheek on mine or his belly wrapped around my nose. Good thing I like to sleep with my nose covered in fur..

One thing you can’t accuse him of, though, is having any noticeable amount of brains… He is the softest, gentlest boy on this planet – and all the girls run rings around him at any opportunity.  Whereas the girls think lightning fast and you can almost see the extra-fast  computers going a mile a minute in their heads, Ulysses will laboriously work something through, get half way..and then usually gives up! Too Much Work, he sighs mournfully, Love Me Just The Same? With a piteous look that inevitably gets him a tummy rub and an extra cuddle.

The only real challenge is when it rains. Ulysses LOVES rain! I don’t know why – maybe because his coat is so thick that he never notices it until it starts to penetrate. He will be out even in the heaviest downpour – and when he comes in he makes a beeline for my face. He has realised that the way to get dry – quickly – is to swish wet fur in my face, as that prompts me to immediately grab the towel I have for just that purpose next to the bed. Once dry – he can leave again. Much Better, he says, Now Can Go And Enjoy The Rain Again! And out he goes…

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