I'm not sure how Sharae got the nickname "Puppy Cat", but it stuck. She has an unusual body habitus for a cat - our vet called it a "disc body" in one of her notes. She's kind of thick and solid, and has very short and somewhat coarse hair, so she feels very much like a dog when you pet her. Her toes are very bony and not well padded, and her claws don't seem to retract entirely, so are more like doggie toenails. We tease her that she must be some sort of genetic anomaly, a rural cross-product between a dog and a cat. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to be offended.
She has dog-like behaviors, too. Wherever I go, Sharae goes. She follows me everywhere. She's here in the other office chair as I type. If anyone is going to curl up next to me to veg in front of the TV, it will be Sharae. And she does watch - her favorites are football and action movies, though she also likes an occasional musical and some animal shows. I watched The Three Lives of Thomasina the other night, and she sat, staring up at the screen, butt glued to the floor for a good part of it.
Then there's the sound she makes. I am pretty sure I have never heard her make a decent meow; instead she meeps. A rather small, bark-like sound. She rolls on her back to have her tummy rubbed, and when we oblige, she meeps. "Meep, meep," she says. "What's the matter, Sharae, is someone murdering you?," we respond. That's our inside joke.
Today I was working in the office and I heard meep meeping from somewhere out in the house. Thinking that a couple cats were playing too roughly, I went out searching. Not seeing anyone immediately, I called. "Sharae, where are you?" "Meep," she said again as she pranced out of the laundry room, carrying her pink foam soccer ball in her mouth. How many cats do you know that carry balls around the house? Sharae does.
Then, much to my amazement, she dropped the ball at my feet, sat down, and looked expectantly up at me. "Does she want to play catch?," I wondered. "Well, let's see." So I bounced the ball away several feet, and she chased it. Nothing amazing there. But I'll be darned if she didn't pick it up, carry it back, and drop it again at my feet. We had several good throw-and-retrieves, but when several others arrived, attracted by the sound of play, she stopped chasing the ball and plopped down on the floor.
"What, play fetch? Not me. Only dogs do that."
See more kitties, and a few puppies, too, riding on the Friday Ark this week.