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Don't Mess with Ditto
Wednesday, January 3rd, 2007 12:49 pmAnyone who has lived with cats doesn't have to be told about their cooler-than-thou attitude, or their total air of entitlement. Our Ditto is no different.
Last Nov, he had his shots updated, and we received a little tag to put on his collar. Well, Ditto has never been much for wearing collars (read: ditches them within 24 hrs), so he didn't actually have one. He did however, still have on a flea collar that he'd worn (uncharacteristically) without complaint all summer long. This made me think he would be willing to wear a regular collar if I procured one. Being holiday season and all, DH and I decided that both the pets should get new collars as presents. We went so far as to get them matching collars. Both the kids like purple alot, and the pets are nominally "theirs" so they both had to be purple. We got the thinnest, lightest cat collar we could find.
A day or so after xmas, we put the new collars on the pets. Cosmo indicated that he'd rather still be wearing his blue jingle bell collar, thank you anyway, so he wore both for about a week. Yesterday, Ditto's collar was missing. Now, we already know not to buy him the break-away kind, because he will just go outside and dispose of it post-haste. So this was a buckle-on style. The mechanism didn't seem flimsy, and yet, the "I don't need no stinking collar" cat was able to reassert himself. Mavis found the collar in her bed, and it looks frayed, so he obviously had to work at getting it off. She put it back on him before going to bed.
This morning, at about 7:15, I found the slightly more frayed collar on the living room rug. I set it on a side table and forgot about it. A little while later, I was getting ready for work and heard some gagging or choking noises emanating from the living room. I thought it was the dog. I was wrong. It seems that DH spotted the collar and decided to put it back on the cat. Ditto was now making a tortured pass across the room, pausing every few steps to dramatically hack or gag or paw at his collar. I kid you not, that cat has spent too much time in the company of his mama, Little Miss Drama. Sheesh! I haven't even attached the little silver charm to it yet, and I'm guessing I better not or it will disappear. So, for whatever reason, a ratty old flea collar is tolerable, but a shiny purple collar is not, and a bare neck is preferable to anything else.
I guess he has a point ;)
Last Nov, he had his shots updated, and we received a little tag to put on his collar. Well, Ditto has never been much for wearing collars (read: ditches them within 24 hrs), so he didn't actually have one. He did however, still have on a flea collar that he'd worn (uncharacteristically) without complaint all summer long. This made me think he would be willing to wear a regular collar if I procured one. Being holiday season and all, DH and I decided that both the pets should get new collars as presents. We went so far as to get them matching collars. Both the kids like purple alot, and the pets are nominally "theirs" so they both had to be purple. We got the thinnest, lightest cat collar we could find.
A day or so after xmas, we put the new collars on the pets. Cosmo indicated that he'd rather still be wearing his blue jingle bell collar, thank you anyway, so he wore both for about a week. Yesterday, Ditto's collar was missing. Now, we already know not to buy him the break-away kind, because he will just go outside and dispose of it post-haste. So this was a buckle-on style. The mechanism didn't seem flimsy, and yet, the "I don't need no stinking collar" cat was able to reassert himself. Mavis found the collar in her bed, and it looks frayed, so he obviously had to work at getting it off. She put it back on him before going to bed.
This morning, at about 7:15, I found the slightly more frayed collar on the living room rug. I set it on a side table and forgot about it. A little while later, I was getting ready for work and heard some gagging or choking noises emanating from the living room. I thought it was the dog. I was wrong. It seems that DH spotted the collar and decided to put it back on the cat. Ditto was now making a tortured pass across the room, pausing every few steps to dramatically hack or gag or paw at his collar. I kid you not, that cat has spent too much time in the company of his mama, Little Miss Drama. Sheesh! I haven't even attached the little silver charm to it yet, and I'm guessing I better not or it will disappear. So, for whatever reason, a ratty old flea collar is tolerable, but a shiny purple collar is not, and a bare neck is preferable to anything else.
I guess he has a point ;)
