Cross Paw

It's time I open up to the world about a special little secret of mine. I am in love with "cross paw". What is cross paw you ask? Well.... I guess it's alright if I tell you. Cross paw is a syndrome that occurs when a cat, dog, hamsters.. really anything with paws, performs the act of crossing one paw over the other. I know this doesn't sound like something special, any pawed animal can complete the task of cross paw, but there is something so dainty and extra furry about the action of a cross paw.
Today Mectin was engaging in cross paw while laying next to me. But this time her cross paw evolved into something else..... dangle paw. As she rolled over, the paw that was on top stuck out in the air and was dangling there in front of me.
What makes this all the more special is that usually Mectin does not like her paws touched, but on this very fine occasion she permitted me to hold and pet her dangle paw.
All in all it has been a very fine day for kitty-cuteness. Cross paw turned into dangle paw... dangle paw turned into paw holding time. It's all very good when you're covered in fur.

Whys Mectin always got to..drool?

Let's be honest here.... how am I supposed to focus on work, to read, to write.. when there is kittyhead blocking not only my view, but my thoughts. Yes, specifically her head. There might not be much going on in here head... but there is a lot going on on her head.

I came home tonight and like usual all I wanted to do was walk inside, take my coat off, maybe sit down.. but no. Mectin needs attention. She has gotten reeeally good at yelling at me. So I come home, I go about my routine, I lay down on my bed with the 900 pages of reading I have to do, and there is Mectin yelling at me. So finally I give in and I give her pets and kisses and then I realize my hand is wet. My first thought is... great, so she peed again and now her pee is all over my hand. But no..... soon I realize that coming from her mouth is an unnecessary amount of drool.

I know that Mectin is not the only catthing to drool... but this was like, a lot. It was, as I said before, unnecessary. I tried to ask her what that was all about, but she just stared at me blankly and then blinked one eye at a time.

So I dealt with the drool for a while, and then it was time for me to continue my work. But hey, what better to block my view but her very own kittyhead? I mean... if you were reading, I would think nothing other than to block your view with my jocelynhead. This is the appropriate course of action to take when one is trying to do something.. anything. I know, I know, she's a cat. I cannot hold her to the standards of a human being, but then why does she yell at me? And it's not that she's just meowing, she is really yelling, saying "hey! hey! look at me! WHY aren't you looking at ... oh, okay I'll just put my head right in front of you so that you HAVE to look at me". So maybe she's got it down, maybe she really knows more than I do about how to saturate ones thoughts. Or maybe she's a cat and I'm reading too much in to this, but frankly if she won't let me do my own reading, I have to fulfill my goal of reading into something...anything.

Kitty visions

Mectin sleeps a lot. She sleeps a whole lot. I'm jealous. Is it wrong of me to sometimes wake her from her slumber to tell her I'm jealous? Is it wrong to wake her like she wakes me at 5 in the morning, as I paw at her face and make rude meow noises in her ear? No. .... okay, maybe a little. But as I sit procrastinating from my work, and looking at my sleeping Mectin, I wonder if she is procrastinating also. One could view her countless hours of sleep as procrastinating from doing the work that is laid out for a kitty. Work that involves saving the world, saving the whales and fighting for kitty-equality. Or maybe she is just in the visioning process. Maybe she spends hours of her day envisioning a world in which whales and cats dance equally in a field of dreams. So, I'm not too sure what I'm trying to say here. Maybe this is a desperate attempt at tricking myself into believe that at this moment, although I'm not doing the work I should be doing, I'm starting a dialogue about the justice of whales and cats. This is deep, my friends. (not really.)
So as Mectin lays sleeping, I still question her intention. I wonder if she thinks of anything other than licking her tail. (probably not.)
But maybe it's just a communication problem. Maybe she wakes me up at 5 am and desperately tries to tell me the secret of life, the key to ending the issues that face our society, what happens after we die. If Mectin could speak, would she say all of this? Is she trying to tell me that I'm wasting my time by trying to finish all of my work, and I really should just be taking a nap? Yeah, I think that's it.
Thank you Mectin, thank you for this moment of clarity amongst a lifetime of uncertainty.

Oh Mectin, where has the time gone?

So it's been a while... hasn't it, internet? I don't really know what happened, where time went, where this blog went.....I don't know, and neither does Mectin. Mectin does on the other hand know a whole bunch of stuff! Like.............
Anyways, I think that Mectin is finally becoming a cat-woman. Mainly this means she has stopped being and innocent kittay, and has become a bit of a bitch lately. I can't blame this all on Mectin though, I do play a part in this. Last week I held onto her foot for a while, she used to let me do anything to her without the slightest protest, but on that particular day in August I held onto her foot and would not let go. She made a series of annoyed faces/noises, and then opened her mouth and put her teeth on my hand. This was shocking! It was shocking, and it was heartbreaking. Although Mectin had no intentions of biting me, she was letting me know that she could. I think she's finally figured it out. She finally figured out that she has choices and a will of her own. Maybe that's where the time went... it has gone to Mectin and her new found kittyindependence. And that is hard for a Jocelyn to accept.
Mectin asks for this independence a lot. Sometimes she leaves me notes in my lunch with pictures of her packing up all her belongings into her kittynapsack and hitting the road! Sometimes I find brochures from exotic locations in her litter box. I even stumbled upon her online dating profile on match.com. hmmm......
Well, Mectin is on a journey to becoming a full grown womancat. It may be hard for me to let go of her innocence and underdeveloped mind. But I see good things in our future, in our journey of Mectin & Me!

Ode to Mectin

I just don't know if there's anything more to say about Mectin. I fear that this blog might be dying. Maybe it needs to die to get popular and become the newest internet sensation. Maybe.
But before it dies, I did tell Gordon that I'd write about how much I love Mectin. Oh Mectin, oh how I love you.

Ode To Mectin
You, my sweet kittay
You light my life
You give me kitty kisses.
Your paws awaken my soul
and your whiskers, my heart.
You, my fluffy minikitty
You are my love
My sweet Kittyana
My dream.

Mectin is my friend. But I'm just not quite sure if I'm her friend.

Mectin has been very nice to me for the past few days, very loving and sweet. We spoon every night. It's our little ritual. But the truth is, I think I love Mectin way more than she loves me. Sometimes I am deceived by her longingful eyes, her passionate head bumps, her melodic purrs, but Mectin does not truly love me. I believe she only loves the idea of me, she loves me as a figure. She could give a shit less who I am, or who I am not. I am completely replaceable. But maybe that's okay. She has a right not to be attached, she's only a kitty.

Kittyagitation! (aka whys mectin always gotta throw up? part 2)

Mectin and I are in a fight. I think she's trying to make up with me now, but I'm still angry.
She kept me up ALL NIGHT. All freaking night. She wanted to go in and out and in and out over and over again and if I didn't get up to let her out she'd yell at me, and then start and my feet and run up my body till she sat on my shoulder or chest, and then proceeded to yell in my face until I let her out. Eventually I just got up and turned the little kitchen light out and left the door open so she could go in and out as she pleases, but I guess once I did that she decided she had no interest in anything except for throwing up on my tax return.
Maybe she's trying to tell me something, maybe she's just soo radical. First she pukes on my health insurance bill, then she pukes on my tax information? Hm...
ANYWAY! Every time she puked, which was about two to three times, I lovingly, despite my anger, got up and turned the light on for her, got her water and cleaned up her kittypuke. Never once did she say thank you. Instead, she found more and more ways to annoy me.
So today I am a very frustrated lady. It didn't help that when I went to feed her this morning, she decided the best way to encourage me to get the food bag down from the cabinet is to YELL at me while doing so. What was she thinking? That I was going to stop midway and say, "ehhh you know what? neeever mind." JEEZ!
And on another note, something else that frustrates me....I have the Martha Stewart show on in the background, it's her valentines day show I guess, but she made the whole audience wear red. I mean... really? How did she coordinate that? Did she not allow in people who weren't wearing red? Did she provide the shirts? I don't know, that annoys me.
OH hey Mectin, having fun walking all over my body while I'm trying to type? How about pushing your wet nose into my hands. Cute. Reeeeeeal cute.
Mectin better have some flowers or chocolate waiting for me.