Not so smart?

My Tigracat is a silly thing. She’s semi-regularly referred to as “silly sausage”, “squeaky”, “dodo brains”, and other affectionately disparaging terms, because while she is a sweetheart, she is not the smartest kitty on the planet.

And she is a sweetheart. Over the last year, she’s become more and more affectionate – and now she’ll even go up to Tobermory and demand smoochies and fussing, worlds away from the tiny terrified little kitten who skittered away from anyone other than me for months. She plays chasey with Boomer, hops up on the cat climber and plays peek-a-boo with me; and while I don’t think she’ll ever be a lapcat, is very affectionate on the bed at night.

For all that she is allegedly silly – we have witnessed her run away from her own food bowl on more than one occasion – we have also established that Tigra scares herself with the printer on purpose.

See, she comes and visits us in the study. She’ll hop up on the desk, squeak at me, poke around, smooch – idly, I have just about cured her of walking on my keyboard, she is a good girl – and inevitably, she will step off my desk, wander over to Thaqui’s, via the printer. Equally inevitably, she will manage to step on the Go button, and then flail around with fear when it makes the whir-whir-whir-I am a printer starting up-noises.

It’s turned off at the moment, as she managed to print the printer specifications off last night (how? no idea), and really, enough is enough. And she keeps walking on it and poking it. Especially the Go button, which is always the one which generates the “wahscared!leap!” reaction.

She’s been caught pressing it… and leaping back, all “wahscared!!”, then looking sheepish when it transpires the printer didn’t turn on. Then walking on the printer, and poking the go button again.

Busted!

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