Things my cat, Ankha, does... read it. Don't run away.

I have a cat who goes to the metal door in my basement suite and puts her paws on it to find out how cold it is outside. If it is cold, she shakes her paws and walks away with her nose in the air. If it's warmer, she starts yeowling and because she's an indoor cat, I won't let her out... this leads to the next thing she does:

When I don't let her out, she swats at my ankles and takes runs at me from across the room. Then, when I ignore said behaviour, she goes barreling into her very large cardboard play box and scrabbles around in it for 5 minutes or more. This is followed by mad dashes around the place and another trip to the door.

If I want to sleep in and Ankha thinks it's time for her breakfast, I often disagree. I know how many hours it has been seen she last ate. I try to pull the covers over my head. Firstly, she pokes my head beneath the covers by reaching in and prodding my skull. Then she pulls covers off my head and starts licking my hair. This usually does it and I attempt to get out of bed. Rather than stick around for a nice "good morning kitty" moment, she flies off the bed and straight to her food bowl. If I've slept 6 hours, it means she probably had something to eat about 6 hours prior. She likes to breakfast before she's due. This may explain, in part, her pendulous abdomen. And let's face it, she's too small a cat to carry a belly like that with any grace whatsoever.

When other cats stroll by outside the windows, Ankha couldn't give a darn. If a big dog does the same, Ankha couldn't give a darn. But if the neighbours' little Yorkshire Terrier happens to mosey along outside, the cat flies from window to window flicking her tail manically. Go figure. I think she wants to play and that cats and big dogs seem boring to her. Little hyper dogs are right up her alley.

Ankha will pull my hair elastics out of their box in the bathroom and fling them about at random. But buy her an expensive toy and she won't even look at it. Or if she does, it is with disdain. Actually, the look of disdain is more directed towards myself for being a silly human who is trying to play with a silly toy. No game. No deal.

She licks plastic bags or any piece of sheet plastic.

As soon as I have finished brushing her each night, she tries to bite me and then takes off and lies in the same spot on the floor with one of her back legs stretched straight out.

When she eats, her tail lays flat on the floor in the shape of a question mark.... always.

After she has her favourite dinner, New England Boil or Surf and Turf by Merrick, she sits in her chair, on her tailbone with her tail straight out in front of her between her legs. She licks her tummy for awhile. Then she licks her paws. Then she takes her wet paws and rubs her tummy with them.

I have not seen all of this behaviour in one cat at all. Come to think of it, I don't remember my other kitties doing these things. What a character she is. And whomever abandoned her is missing out on all of it.