The oldest of our three gorgeous black cats is Anastasia... she's about 12 years old now, and she's started developing a few quirks in her kitty middle-age.
She was always a bit on the neurotic side, scared of everyone except for Hubby-head and myself, although she'd deal with other people if they'd spent a great amount of time in the house. My old roomie was OK in her book, and my brother, after he'd lived with us for a couple of weeks... but very few other people have been allowed to see her because as a general rule, she would hide if anyone else was in the house until she was sure they were gone.
However, if it was just Hubby-head and myself in the house, Stasia would come hang out with us in the living room or wherever throughout the day.... until this past Christmas, when we were gone for a week to California and left the dreaded BOY CAT shut up in the house with her the entire time. Since then, she has taken to hiding in the bedroom (either the closet or under the bed) until we get in bed, at which point she will jump up and head to the body pillow we have wedged between our pillows and the headboard. It's her spot, we call it "the catwalk". From there, she'll nuzzle and headbutt us for several minutes, curl up on the pillow, and purr us to sleep.
Otherwise, it's rare to see her during the day anymore, which is why I've taken to feeding her cans of Fancy Feast on a daily basis. Canned food is the one thing that will draw her out of hiding every time. She probably needs a visit to a pet psychiatrist, but we just don't have enough money lying around to have our animals in therapy.
She's also developed a bit of a drooling problem. She has one little fang that sticks out on the left side of her mouth, and when she's very happy, you can see a line of drool hanging off of that spot. It's actually kind of cute in a disturbing way. Last night when we went to bed, she hopped up onto the body pillow and started purring like nobody's business. I reached out to pet her, and... drip! The conversation went kind of like this:
Me: "Ack! Stasia drooled on my arm!"
Hubby-head: "You loved it." (Our standard response to things that are mildy annoying but not a big deal)
Me: "Uh, no. Not really"
*reaching out to pet Stasia again*
Me: "Augh! She drooled on me again!"
Hubby-head: "Aww, cute little drooly-kitty!"
(At this point, Hubby-head begins petting Stasia, and our other cat Katie came to me for attention.)
Hubby-head: "Whoa, she almost drooled in my eye!"
Me: "I'm going to guess you loved it?"
Hubby-head: "Well, if the drool had actually gotten in my eye I'm sure it would have felt pretty bad."
A little while later, I started to snuggle in to kiss Hubby-head goodnight, and moved my head over to his pillow - right in front of the spot where Stasia was still standing, purring and content. "Watch out," he warned, "your head is right under the fuzzy spigot!"
Fuzzy spigot. Maybe I was just giddy, but I couldn't sleep for quite a while after that, giggling about it. And for the first time in months, I thought "I HAVE GOT TO BLOG THIS!"
So hey, maybe I'll be around more. Blogosphere, be warned! :)