I’m just going to lay it out there. Kitty PoP is weird.
I never had a cat before Kitty PoP, so wasn’t aware they could have such distinct personalities like this. But even Mr. PoP (who grew up with lots of cats) attests that Kitty PoP is one of the weirdest cats that he’s ever met.
His little oddities are adorable and bring us tons of joy on a daily basis – heck, it’s one of the main reasons he’s such an entertainment value. But all that joy stops pretty abruptly at 2am when you find yourself in a puddle and you have to hope it’s not toilet water.
Let me start at the beginning…
Kitty PoP’s Favorite Frenemy: Monkey
Normal, Right? Not Quite
All of this is fairly normal and par for the course with animals and their relationships with their toys, but Kitty PoP’s relationship with monkey goes a few steps further in the odd direction.
- Monkey is his nightly sacrifice to gain entry to the bed. Every night, we go to bed. Anywhere between 10 minutes and hours later, Kitty PoP realizes all the lights are out, grabs monkey and heads to our bed. There, he presses his paws up and down on me (it’s called kneading and has something to do with making a bed softer for sleeping or getting more milk from momma cat), until I reach out and take monkey from him. Only after monkey is safely in my hand will he curl up at the edge of the bed and go to sleep. Weird, right?
- Monkey is Kitty PoP’s perpetual murder victim. (Seriously, Kitty PoP is a psychopath.) And one of his favorite methods of killing is drowning. With too much time on his hands and an open toilet seat or a nice full water dish, Kitty PoP feels the urge to give monkey a good dip. He doesn’t usually do this when we’re around, but we can follow the trail of tears – err water – from the source to the sopping wet monkey and it’s usually pretty clear. (As, luckily, is the water in the toilet that monkey went swimming in.)
These oddities are all pretty endearing. Seriously, we really do love our little psychopath. But when #1 and #2 get combined is when I encounter that thin line between love and hate.
Is This A Toilet Monkey?
It’s that moment in the middle of the night when I’m woken up to dripping water on my face or a nice cold wet spot in the covers where a sopping wet monkey was deposited on my chest or legs if I didn’t wake up fast enough. And there’s a split second where I have to remember, “Were all the toilet lides closed before bed?”
Not fun. And I’m screwed if Kitty PoP ever figures out how to open the lid of the toilet seat.
What do you love to hate about your pets? Or your kids? =)