Fat Cat Opera

Once again this morning I was woken up by A.T.'s obnoxious meow at 4:45am! She drives me absolutely insane. If you've followed me for a while you are well aware of this cat. I have done many things, tons of things it feels like, and nothing subdues her. SOOOooooooo........

As usual I got up practically yelling at her "What?! What do you want from me?!" and got up cranky and annoyed. I tried to start my day as usual, all the while having thoughts in my head like "Wow, and you wonder why, God entrusts this cat to you and all you do is yell at her, annoyed by her, and don't take much time into her...except to shut her up!". I tried to take a deep breath and start my bible study and began to read. I found myself reading loud and angered just to get above her high pitched, loud, incredibly broken record meow. Finally the book had to be set down. Heh, and I googled "what to do when my cat meows all the time for no reason?" Because thats what it seems like. I talk to her, feed her, give her attention (but then she bites me), play with her, even let her out and we go for walks! But nothing seems to satisfy her. I was surprised by the answer God gave me.

Here's what I found on some forums (mainly animal shelters, animal rights pages, and Flickr):

"Some cats just love to communicate. It is possible that she misses another cat - my kitten used to mieow a lot when I first got him, because he was always looking for his mother and sister. Now he just informs me of things. Or he expresses his irritation of a fly / spider is too high for him to reach... "

". . . sometimes they just need to make a noise!"

"I asked the vet-it is just the way she is...she wants and NEEDS attention!"

"Well it would seem the most likely cause is that she's just very, very vocal. She likes talking to you and telling you all about things. So if she's happy and healthy, she's just letting you know. :)"

"unless you learn to speak cat, you will never know. And how do you know its for no reason? maybe your cat is a right old gossip?"

Bottom line, I have a blabbermouth for a cat. :/ When I think about it, it makes sense...not only because I'm a blabbermouth, but in the morning and at night when I'm doing the most work and the most moving around the apartment she's talking. Unfortunately for her those are the hours I have the least patience. So it looks like I have some MAJOR adjusting to do....because if you have a cat yourself, you know there is no way to change or control your cat.

I thought this was great, I don't know who wrote it but I found it on the forum post on Flickr and wanted to share. To you who wrote it, this sounds like so many cats I know!

~Excerpts from a Cat's Daily Diary:~

Day 683 of my captivity:

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed
hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the
rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to
keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them; I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their
feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it
clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made
condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. The
audacity!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was
placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However,
I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my
confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what
this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my
tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try
this again tomorrow -- but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and
seems to be more than willing to return! He is obviously retarded!

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the
guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My
captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe...
for now...