Orange Tabby...He Stays and His Name is Finn (Update with Videos Dec 31)

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My youngest guy will do that too Cyn...you don't dare go barefoot around the house (or sleep) without some sort of foot covering. :D

I remember our cats crouching at the foot of our bed when we were kids and if you looked over the covers, they'd pounce. I'm still a dog person, I have to say. But, DH is a Finn-slave now. He must obey the cat.
 
Finn reminds me of my Mandy (RIP). I had a husband years ago who was a yeller, everytime he yelled at me, Mandy would sneak into the bedroom and poo on his pillow, then he would yell more. Mandy hated him. After I divorced him and began dating again, my current husband began to spend some time at the house. Mandy usually hid from most people, but she would sit in my husband's lap. The cat was a better judge of men than I was. She looked just like Finn.
 
Finn reminds me of my Mandy (RIP). I had a husband years ago who was a yeller, everytime he yelled at me, Mandy would sneak into the bedroom and poo on his pillow, then he would yell more. Mandy hated him. After I divorced him and began dating again, my current husband began to spend some time at the house. Mandy usually hid from most people, but she would sit in my husband's lap. The cat was a better judge of men than I was. She looked just like Finn.

Smart cat! LOL. If an orange tabby doesn't like someone, they must be bad news! Animals are usually good judges of people, I've found, including dogs and horses. Even roosters can be like that. My friend's rooster popped up beside a man who drove into their driveway and got out of the car. I can't recall the entire story, but she was having a bad feeling about him while he was talking to her and when big old Lancelot walked up to him and stared him down, the guy began to get nervous and left. Lance is about 14 lbs of big blue Orpington rooster who has battled foxes, coyotes and invading dogs, even once killed a stray cat, so he's not afraid of anything. Her Arabian mare once literally spit on a creepy neighbor, left a wad of blech in his hair and he didn't even know it. Good for her, I said. He was disgusting, that guy.
 
Cyn, your judging story reminded me of one from several years (ok, many years ago)...

I used to have a Siamese cat that hid from everyone except my little family of 3 at the time. One day a woman I didn't know very well dropped in to visit and darned if that cat didn't come out of hiding and jumped up on her lap just to drink out of the woman's cup (ice water). Turned out, that person was deathly afraid of cats and it terrified her to have one on her lap...there was no way she was going to move to even push the cat off her drink. :lau I don't think she ever came back to my house.
 
I've heard that Siamese are, well, "special", LOL. I'd say that was well-targeted. Leave it to any cat to attach itself to someone that is less than thrilled by its presence. In one of my favorite books, the family was selling their townhouse and a prospective buyer sat her big, needlepointed bag down on the couch while she was inspecting the place. The cat walked over to it and considered it for a moment, then before the seller could grab him, he peed all over it.
 
I've heard that Siamese are, well, "special", LOL. I'd say that was well-targeted. Leave it to any cat to attach itself to someone that is less than thrilled by its presence. In one of my favorite books, the family was selling their townhouse and a prospective buyer sat her big, needlepointed bag down on the couch while she was inspecting the place. The cat walked over to it and considered it for a moment, then before the seller could grab him, he peed all over it.

"Special" is a good way of describing Siamese Cyn. The 2 I've been around the most (mine from years ago and now my son has one) seem to be one person cats.

That's a great story about the needlepoint bag and cat. Cats sure have their opinions on who they like and who they don't. What's the name of the book if you can recall?
 
The book used to be called "Mother's Day or the View from In Here", but the newer title is "In Private Life" by the late Barbara Holland. I read that book under the original title as a very young mother over and over again. Years later when I wanted a copy of my own, I could not find it so I wrote to the author and she actually wrote me back personally and told me of the title change and where I could get it. I love that book. And I also love her other book about moving to an isolated cabin in Virginia called "Bingo Night at the Fire Hall".

You should get a copy of In Private Life. Lots of cat stuff about her cat "Boy". I'm about to re-read it myself.
 
The book used to be called "Mother's Day or the View from In Here", but the newer title is "In Private Life" by the late Barbara Holland. I read that book under the original title as a very young mother over and over again. Years later when I wanted a copy of my own, I could not find it so I wrote to the author and she actually wrote me back personally and told me of the title change and where I could get it. I love that book. And I also love her other book about moving to an isolated cabin in Virginia called "Bingo Night at the Fire Hall".

You should get a copy of In Private Life. Lots of cat stuff about her cat "Boy". I'm about to re-read it myself.

Thanks, I'll make a note to look for her books at the library. How cool she wrote you back!
 
Thanks, I'll make a note to look for her books at the library. How cool she wrote you back!
It was completely unexpected. She was living in Philadelphia with her toddler daughter, divorced. Then she married her new husband and got pregnant with twins and decided to move to the country. You'd love this book I bet.
 

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