When I sing, I’m sure they feel the vibrations and think I’m
purring and love them. And when I sing, I am giving them true quality time and
there’s not a feline alive who does not love to be cherished.
I usually only have one cat at a time. Years ago, in NJ, I
had a brother and sister pair, for a while. Later, we had a few scurrying
around when one suddenly discovered “boys” and had litters one after another
until we took her to the vet. But in the past 35 years, it’s always been just
one at a time. There have been 3 in that time.
Of those, the earliest was Amber. We didn’t brush her. She
was a strong indoor-outdoor gal with a strong, strong preference for outdoors.
And with that, she tended to shed her hair outside easily enough, rubbing
whatever she could. So, with Amber, I sang while we snuggled. Her favorite was
You Are My Sunshine.
Next, there was Tigger. This little guy loved the attention
and loved being brushed. He liked me to sing an assortment of songs. Sometimes
it was You Are My Sunshine, other times, some old 1940s tunes.
This one, however, Silkie, is an odd one. I’ve been brushing
her routinely every night for a year or so. I tried every song in my head. She
put up with them and she loved the brushing and attention. But nothing really
grabbed her. I don’t know what made me sing, one night about a month ago, Knick
Knack Paddy Whack. She really, really loves it.
I do substitute some words. For instance, she’s all cat, all
feline - I can’t sing “give the dog a bone.” So, I sing “give the girl a phone.”
I’m sure she wouldn’t know what to do with a phone, but I feel much better
doing that. I also don’t sing “up in heaven,” because I don’t want to think of
losing her so soon, so I sing “like up in heaven.”
She likes this so much, if I don’t see her when it’s
brush-time, I just plop on the floor and begin the song, and she comes running.
She’s notoriously uninterested in coming when I call her
otherwise. If she’s out on the driveway, there’s no way I can coax her in
without literally going outside and pushing her plump little bottom towards the
back steps.
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