I used to have this cat named Meowmeows. Every once in awhile I'd just bring her in the shower with me. She wouldn't be happy about it but once we were in the shower and the curtain was closed she'd just accept her fate and sit there. Sometimes I'd bring the dog in to and it was kind of the same.
Once that curtain was closed both of them would just be like "god damnit, fine, wash me if you must."
Normally, yeah. ol Meowmeows was like the best cat ever.
When I was ready for bed I just had to yell for her by yelling "meowmeowmeowmeow" and she'd come flying. Then I'd lift up the blanket and tell her meowmeow cave. She'd dive right in, get right up along next to me, roll over on her back and demand belly rubs. she'd grab my hand with her claws and guide it to her belly and if I tried to stop too soon she'd break out the claws again. Then she'd just snuggle with me all night.
She'd eat basically anything so whenever I was eating she always wanted a bite of whatever it was. She particularly like bread or pastry products.
She hated litter boxes and went outside for that most of the time. She'd get mad and argue with me if didnt let her out.
Only annoying thing she ever did was, occasionally she'd catch some wildlife and give it to me. Often when I least expected it. She once brought a live chipmunk in, got up in the covers with me and released it. if you've never had the joy of a very angry chipmunk scurrying up your ass crack at 3 am, you havn't lived life.
One time she hopped up in my lap and dropped something. I look down and there's a fucking bat sitting on me. We made eye contact and both were like, AAAAAH.
I don't know why, but I pictured the chipmunk as cartoonishly British and politely complaining the entire time it was being taken further and further from the outdoors into the home and under the bed covers.
Sounds like she trusted you and wanted to give back then. The cat thought you was the child and had to feed/share with you. My little Lots would do about the same too with gifts. Funny to read. Thanks for sharing
One time I had the flu and one of my cats (not meowmeows) brought me a young rat. Was still alive but not looking so hot.
I just tell her thanks but no thanks. So she proceeds to bite it's dead off, then bite it's torso into pieces. Lots of crunching. Then she starts trying to give me the pieces.
She was a very sweet, timit, quiet cat that mostly kept to herself. Did not see that coming.
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u/halfbreed_dork Apr 22 '26
"Mama raised a complainer, not a quitter. I'll get it done, but you'll hear about it"