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.

kittycolour

Mectin is looking quite orange today.

kittymobility.

Mectin is a very mobile cat. Although she does not have thumbs, she overcomes adversity in many different ways. She is also a quick thinker. Unfortunately... she is not overwhelmingly bright.
Mectin can get into my room by pushing her face against my door. Before my lovely door does not latch, she doesn't have a problem getting in. (Unless the heat turns on then for some reason there's a current and she cant push the door open..) But she does have a problem getting out of the room. Recently, I do believe that she has learned from watching me that I push the doorknob down and open the door, so she's started standing on my bed and trying to open the door. Like, I said earlier, she is not the brightest kitty and she does not have great balance or coordination, so when she tried to stand and push the handle down, she fell off the bed. So there's me, at 3 am, laughing at my cat who just fell straight off the bed onto her face.
But I have to give her credit, she did show mental growth by trying to open the door. If only she could actually succeed.. then I wouldn't have to get up every 4 seconds to let her out. In time Mectin, in time.

kittylanguage.

I started to write an insightful little piece the other day about Mectin and inspiration. Unfortunately it got deleted...so, I'll try to recount my thoughts. This week I had three days off from work where I was studying for my insurance license. These three days consisted of me in my bed staring at my computer, trying to study. It was day three when Mectin inspired me. She woke up around 5 pm, and started grooming herself. A simple, insignificant moment? no. She inspired me to get my butt out of bed and take a shower. Sometimes we all need a little kitty reminder to take care of ourselves. It was nice.
I do believe that Mectin has a language. She has different sounds she makes, a lot of the time these sounds correspond with an action, and they always repeat. She says "bleeeeehp" when she jumps on to or off of something, she says "meeeahh" when she enters a room. Mectin is definitely a complex creature, I don't give her the credit I should.
Sometimes we have conversations that consist of me copying her meows, this can go on for quite a while, especially if she's in a car. But a lot of our communication rests on me telling her to come over to me. I have a few sounds that she responds to, and almost every time without fail she comes to me when I call her. It's really quite amazing when you sit and think that my silly little brain damaged kitty can understand me in some capacity.
Although, in a lot of ways she definitely does not understand me. Like when I'm sitting here typing and she tries over and over to climb onto my chest and I keep pushing her away.. she just doesn't seem to get it. Either that or she's really persistent. But... probably she just doesn't get it. So it's hard to tell, really. Is Mectin such a complex being that she and I can understand each other, or is our "communication" just a system of repetitiveness and coincidence. That I may never know! Do you?