I first didn’t want to write this post because I’m so tired of all the focus media spends on ideal bodies. We probably all agree that medical overweight (which is something way different to what society considers overweight) comes with serious health issues. That being said, I seriously believe that social pressure does more harm than good. This is a cat blog, so I won’t go into depth here, but just to name an example: in Helsinki, overweight persons do get a discount on water gymnastic courses. The idea is to encourage people suffering from overweight to work out, and swimming is a great way as it doesn’t put weight on joints!
However, I decided to post this anyways because I had to laugh when I saw this picture of Kajsa.
It’s funny how different you can look from a certain angle! And no, I don’t think it’s an “unflattering” picture because overweight is a health issue, not a cosmetic problem.
Kajsa: Of course I’m always beautiful, it doesn’t matter if I’m thick or thin. I want you to admire my perfect tail curve!
Well, at least sometimes I’m ladylike, but I’m also the sporty type.
I hardly ever show my belly, but it’s a very effective move to get Mom’s attention. NB: don’t overdo it – I flash my belly maybe 2-3 times a year.
I’m normally an introvert cat, but sometimes I love going crazy.
Sigh. Why is the last picture bigger than the others? I wished I had a servant who had at least basic photo editing skills. I hope my portfolio is good enough to show you that I’m a very beautiful and multifaceted cat!
Kajsa and Tessa have lived with me for over 2 years now. Kajsa was very shy when I first met her, but she’s much more relaxed now. However, some things stay the same: in the opposite to Tessa, she normally doesn’t sit down when she’s eating.
Is this a matter of taste (hehe)? How do your cats eat? I wonder whether Kajsa is always ready to flee while being in a vulnerable situation?
It’s been over a year since we moved from a semi-detached house with a garden to an apartment building. Don’t get confused, we moved this spring again, but our current place is quite alike the former apartment house.
Kajsa hasn’t been outside ever since we left the single-family house. Why? Well, she never made it to the groundplan because she couldn’t make up her mind in the staircase (the house has no elevator). I admit that I often run short of patience; I normally waited for 15 minutes (felt like hours) before I gave up. However, lack of patience was not the reason we never got to the first floor. One day, we were for over an hour in the staircase, but then some neighbor came home and Kajsa fled to our apartment. It’s actually a miracle that we had the staircase for ourselves for over an hour. I figured that unless I go out with Kajsa in the middle of the night (when all neighbors are sleeping), we’ll never ever come to the next stop that requires heavy thinking: the front door. Sigh.
Tessa has been out with me several times, and Kajsa knows where we are because she watched us from the window. I was nevertheless uncertain whether she actually understands what is waiting for her beyond the d**** staircase. I carried her twice to the transparent front door, thinking that she may get out when she sees the park behind our house. Well. She was interested but her indecision required so much time that our neighbors decided for her: she runs in panic to our apartment as soon as someone else is in the staircase.
There’s another problem here: when she’s running up the stairs, she’s way faster than me which in turn multiplies her anxiety because the leash is stopping her. As a result, she’s now afraid of the leash. Sigh.
Some weeks ago, I decided to give it a last try: I carried her all the way out. Don’t get me wrong – it’s of course fine if Kajsa doesn’t want to go out. Thing is, she wants to go out, but her indecision makes it impossible to ever get to this point. She was really mad at me in the staircase, she hissed, tried to escape and started growling like a very dangerous dog. However, once we were in the park, she actually loved being outside.
She wasn’t hiding, but got up to have a better view. She was really exploring, went way longer than Tessa and tried to chase birds. After 1,5 hours (!) she took a break. Can’t really see a very unhappy panicky cat on this picture either.
So what to do with our Queen of Indecision? We had the same ride the next time we went out. A crazy cat fearing for her life in the staircase, and a very happy cat outside.
Now I’m the one with an indecision issue. Shall I continue forcing her out? I’m feeling like a very bad person in the staircase, but I also feel like doing the right thing once we’re in the park.
Summary: she’s very afraid and totally crazy while I carry her out. Once we’re outside, she’s very happy. We’ll never get to the point that she slowly gets herself out because she needs too much time: we’d need at least 5 hours until we’re outside, and we’ll never have the staircase to ourselves for such a long time. When a neighbor is in the staircase, she goes crazy. So there’s no other way than carrying her out.
I was just enjoying summer in our wonderful garden.
Everything was under control.
Wait. What do you mean with that we’re moving houses???
WAIT. Why is this posting posted in AUTUMN?
Dear feline friends, we’re – again – ashamed and terrible sorry for this long break.
Mom’s this weird thing going on in her head: the blog was offline for such a long time, that’s why she needs to come up with some great posts, and that’s why she needs more time to write them, and that’s why ….
You, know, humans…. sigh. She started this post in August. And needed 2,5 months to look at the photos until I took over. So regular and normal posts from now on, hallelujah.
Kajsa spends her holiday on this wonderful closet, and she’s even trained Mom to play with her there.
Indeed, a flying Valerian mousie is always welcome.
We wonder when she’s “coming out of the closet”, as we suspect that she’s pondering over a great master strategy. And of course she had to rest a lot, too – the last weeks in Finland were very exhausting. Thank you for asking, King P., we’ll write more posts on the new apartment and moving soon!
Oh, in case you were wondering why I only showed pictures of Tessa yesterday: Kajsa spends most of her outside time on the doorstep, trying to decide whether she wants to go out. She needed about 30 minutes from the first to the last picture on this post.
She usually stands on three legs with her 4th paw in the air, uncertain if she wants to complete this step or turn around and go inside.
Although Kajsa drives me crazy with her indecision, I also appreciate her slow approach: she never manages to go on “smaller excursions” of her own, in the opposite to a certain long-haired cat.