The Misty. Spirtual Protector. Eater of Bugs.

Misty, is the official spiritual protector and bug eater of our little home.

She has the night shift from around 1am until sunrise. Ever vigilant, she sleeps just outside our bedroom door in her sleep-cube. Misty keeps nearly all of the nighttime visitors from interrupting our sleep or invading our dreamspace. Sure she misses the occasional disembodied shadow, but overall, we couldn’t ask for more.

Now I admit I’m not a cat person, so I don’t know normal feline behavior from that of the three-toed sloth, but our little protector here has some strangely unusual habits.

Misty, or Kitty as she is more commonly referred to, is the first and only cat I’ve ever seen play fetch. Toss one of her toys across the room…she’ll stalk it down, attack it and bring it back for another round. That’s playing fetch in my book.

Kitty also has what I consider the uncanny ability to play toss by herself. She rolls one of her play rings up on her paw, slings her paw tossing the thing high into the air, then jumps up and catches or bats it from the air before it has a chance to hit the ground. Is that normal?

We’ve also seen her try (I kid you not) turning door knobs to open closed doors. She tries her best to use the strings on the windows shades to open them up higher if the current opening isn’t to her liking…which is often.

This is all aside from her extensive vocabulary with very distinct vocalizations for very specific circumstances. She needs water or food…it’s a long low monotone word. Annoy her and it’s a short low meow. Forget to open the window shade for her and she’ll give you a high-pitched, “Open!” Tell her to get out of a room she isn’t supposed to be in and she backs up to a sitting position just outside the doorway, while letting you know, “mew mew mew meow!” Tell her she can’t get on the couch while you’re eating and she waits patiently (most of the time) until you’re done, then asks in a high pitched questioning tone, “Maw?” I swear she speaks.

She just does many very odd things in my book for a cat, which of course is good, because I don’t really like cats.