We are all familiar with the terrible twos, right? Well, somehow feline enthusiasts have failed to inform me that human "terrible twos" somehow equate to "terrible sevens" in cat months.
Lucy & Linus |
Linus and Lucy turned 7-months old a couple weeks ago. I take the liberty of weighing both of them on their monthly birthday to keep track of their growth process. Okay, let's be honest...I am actually crossing my fingers that somehow they will stop growing and not really reach the full 20-25 lbs they are expected to weigh. L&L are purebred Ragdolls. Ragdolls are by far the largest breed of cats and often don't reach their full size until they are 3 years of age. Linus already weighs a whopping 12 lbs! Lucy weighed in slightly less at a mere 10 lbs. I was faced with the reality that my cats are well on their way to achieving the 20-25 lb mark. Yikes!
Overall, Linus and Lucy have been exceptional cats. They are loving, soft, fluffy and melt in your arms when you pick them up. The only thing I wish they did more of was meow. When I'm in my bedroom with my bedroom door closed, they will often meow for me to let them in. I know it's mean but sometimes I will just lay there so I can listen to their little voices.
Although they are good cats, something happened when they turned 7 months....
"THE TERRIBLE SEVENS"
Linus |
Linus has become very deviant and is testing my patience lately. Both cats know better than to walk on my counters, but Linus now jumps onto my counters and more dangerously my stove. He bats things off my bathroom counter onto the floor like my electronic toothbrush. I had a little bottle of cookie sprinkles on my kitchen counter the other day and I found him trotting away into the living room with the bottle of sprinkles in his mouth. He knows how to disconnect my laptop cord from my computer and does it right in front of me. Bad Bad kitty!
I looked up his behavior on the Internet trying to find out what behavior patterns are to be expected at 7 months, and it stated that during these next couple months the male cat will try and test who is the more dominant member of the household. Well... he may be the man of the house, but I'm the woman with the SQUIRT BOTTLE!
Lucy after finding her with my cash |
What a great invention the squirt bottle is. That thing works like a charm. Although, I have to say I feel guilty spraying him as often as I do. He hates being sprayed, however, he knows what he is doing is wrong and needs to be trained properly. Lucy on the other hand has been an angel compared to Linus. She does not partake in the same behavior as he does...except for when she tried to steal my cash out of my wristlet.
Linus |
As I write this, Linus is sound asleep in a little ball on my couch dreaming he is drinking water (his little tongue is popping out making a drinking sound.) I love watching them dream.
I am looking forward to the "terrible sevens" passing us by and moving onto adulthood :)
Awww, so sweet. You have the cutest cats. They make want to get some of my own. I loved your story about the sprinkles :)
ReplyDeleteMan... I just LOVE looking at pictures of these two! I remember Whiskey and Razz getting like this also. But they haven't changed? LOL! Whiskey still insists that any toy of Leighton's that has 'fluff' to it - is his and will walk off with it. Whereas Razz just sort of sits and watches the crime take place. The sprinkles story is phenomenal! I'll never forget when Whiskey came out of the bathroom trying to DRAG/CARRY the package of toilet paper! He's apparently the dominant one of the house. I'm afraid we don't scold the cats enough though. The water bottle only usually comes out at christmas. They're allowed on a specific part of the counter (that doesn't hold much but mail) but otherwise they're knocked down. And believe me, if your kitties jump on the stove and they burn themselves - they'll learn VERY FAST! Razz did :( I felt terrible. He burned his paw. I immediately grabbed him and put his foot under running cold water. BAD MOM!
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