L is for Lover Eyes

Well I couldn’t let this competition get away without a cat post. 

 "Here I am," Koki says.

 

Koki is the one around here with the lover eyes when I’m on the computer in the evenings.  She usually waits a while and looks at me while perched upon the modem and router combo.  It’s warm up there and she’s small enough to lie there comfortably.

 Naptime

Usually she makes her move way before I’m ready and when I’m right in the middle of a post, or some important email.  Sometimes I can coax her onto my lap until I finish.  She wants to head butt me and nuzzle my face when she looks at me with half-closed eyes.  Her dreamy state makes me what to squeeze her.  She knows it and purrs loudly with contentment.

 To jump or not to jump...

 

She isn’t like this all the time.  This is my little daredevil we’re talking about.  She might be tiny weighing in at about eight pounds, but she’s mighty and will take on anything coming her way.  Koki has a stubborn streak too and let’s me know it.

 "I'm Queen of the hill.  Watch out."

 

Now that she’s almost eleven she doesn’t get in near the trouble she used to, but I can tell the pull of danger is still on her mind.  She walks the banister railing regularly looking at me to see if I’ll scold her.  If I did she’d probably jump for the tile below, so I know better.  She did that in her younger years and broke two teeth that had to be pulled. 

 Shower stall fun

 

She still tries to pull the drainer basket out of the kitchen sink too.  Some of you will remember my post from a few years ago when I woke up to find the drainer basket in bed with me – a present from Koki who probably worked most of the night to get it out of the sink and carry it across the house to the bedroom.  I wish I could have caught her in the act.  That picture would have been priceless.

 "I love boxes!"

 

I’m just glad this little fur ball ended up under my car that day way back in June of 2005 when she was a wee babe that could fit in the palm of my hand.  She’d been hit by a car and had a broken jaw.  I took her to the vet and had her fixed up.  I’m not sure she would have been near as lucky if she hadn’t wandered to my house.

"Hmmm...I wonder what's in here."

She became cat number six in my home.  My hubby knew I’d never let him take her to the animal shelter here.  Some of my older cats have passed away since then and I got a new baby two years a go, so now she’s number two in line around here by age.  But Koki and Raven both push Tootie around.  She’s the oldest cat and won’t scrap back with them.  I think they’re both disappointed by that.  There’s nothing like a good old rumble.

"This is one of my baby pictures before they got to know me.  Don't I look innocent?"