DeeJay used to sleep on my pillow at night. He woke me up many times during the years as he situated himself and his claws caught in my hair close to my scalp. I thought once he was gone, this would stop.
I think I’m the alpha cat in the house. Sometimes Oliver tries to show me differently, but I’m bigger and have opposable thumbs with which I can use the squirt bottle on him. And he hates the squirt bottle.
I think DeeJay sleeping next to my head was a sort of power thing. Not many other cats tried and if they did and he was of a mind to keep my company, the other cat quickly removed itself from what could become a volatile situation. Not that he ever did much more that a couple of slaps.
Well, a new kitty has taken his place on my pillow. He’s a big kitty, he’s a lovable kitty and most of the other cats respect him. It’s Marco. Yep, the kitty cat who fell off of the retaining wall on the bank. The kitty who spent eight weeks in a crate. Marco Warco. As the weeks have gone by (I can’t believe it’s only been a month since DeeJay was put to sleep, it would have been a month on Monday, the 13th) Marco is showing himself to be frontrunner.
I think he’ll make a good cat king.