I know I sure do. I’d love to take Smokey Joe everywhere with me. To look beside me and see his excitement as he saw the world outside home.
In reality, training Joe to come with me would prove challenging. Plus the fact I don’t think I’d be allowed to take him to work with me.
Yet I’ve seen people do it. When I was young I remember seeing a ginger cat happily sat behind its owner, looking out the window on the Paris underground. Or the time I saw a cat patiently sat beside its owner while she shopped in H&M. On both occasions the cat didn’t even have a leash, but the cat never ran away.
When I got Joe I initially intended on taking him outside with a harness. The first few times I put the harness on him, there was a bit of a struggle but eventually I got it on.
Unfortunately Joe protested, walking around the garden as if he had a stack of books on his back. Alongside the constant looks of disgust thrown my way.
Joe soon realised he should perhaps refuse putting the harness on. Every time I stuck a paw through one loop of the harness, he removed another paw from the harness. After an hour struggling, I gave in, he was not going in the harness and I would have to let him explore without me.
I would consider trying again, but he still dodges my attempts at putting his collar on, although I do win that battle.
So yes, my cat has outsmarted me and I have to accept the fact I can’t take him everywhere with me. I can certainly dream though!
In all the years I’ve had cats, I’ve never seen a cat drool as much as my Smokey Joe.
Whenever I decide to snack on Jumbo tubes or Lunchables, he’ll instantly jump up beside me and look at me with those cute pleading eyes. Sometimes he’ll stick his face into the packet impatiently or grab my loaded hand, trying to pull to his mouth.
When he waits, he actually drools. I’m not talking about a little bit of damp, I’m talking full on massive droplets of salvia. You can watch a large droplet fall and splat.
He even drools sometimes when he kneads the blanket I’m laying under. You’ll touch the blanket only to find a circle of wet.
I didn’t realise cats could drool so much, especially at the sight of food. I decided it was worth a google search. According to Google:
“They drool when they feel relaxed and content or happy. This drooling behavior is still a mystery as to why some cats do it, but it is more of a conditional reaction such as when we are hungry, we drool. When certain areas of a cat such as the back, neck or chin are stimulated, it triggers the cat to saliva”
I guess it’s safe to say my cat is normal and is a very happy cat at that 😸
So I thought it was time I started my blog. I’ve been putting this off for too long and when I do sit down to write, my mind goes blank.
The problem is I don’t know what I’ll talk about, but I thought, maybe I should just write. I can just write whatever I feel like writing and see where it takes me. Here goes nothing!