Some of you may know my normal cast of characters from my blog As a Linguist, but someone who has only visited me here at Dinosaur might benefit from a little introduction.
Allow me to start with Zelda:
Zelda is about 2 1/2 years old and has fur as soft as a rabbit’s. In the past when trying to come up with names for a pet, I’ve had to go through several attempts before I found the right name. This time, I had the idea of naming a pet after Zelda Fitzgerald and when I saw her, I knew she was Zelda, so she never had to go through all the tester names before I knew what hers was.
Similar to many cats, she can be quite affectionate, but only when she wants. She tolerates being held for a little while, and will even start purring when snuggling up to my shoulder, but then she gets squirmy. If I don’t let her down, she’ll instead climb up my shoulder, walk down my back, and then jump down. When I’m working or reading is when she’s most likely to jump onto my lap and settle in. The only time she’s ever used her teeth is when she’s so happy and purring so hard that she feels compelled give me a little love bite. She just opens her mouth wide enough to fit my finger and presses down ever so gently. Then she pulls away and keeps purring her foolish furry head off.
She likes high places and leaching warmth from anything she can find, especially in cold New York winters. The top of the cable box is one favorite sleeping spot. At night, she’s almost always curled up smack dab in the middle of the bed, getting as much heat from me as she can manage. In the mornings, she takes a little while to wake up (she takes after me!) Some days she sits up, stretches, looks at me groggily, and instead of jumping down and starting her day, she crawls closer to me so she can go back to sleep next to my head. She won’t move until I do. It’s torturous for someone who already has a hard enough time getting out of bed in the morning to do so when being cuddled by a soft, sleepy cat.
She doesn’t meow very often, but she’s quite fond of trilling, which she does every time she jumps or greets me with a headbutt. She also gets a bit squeaky when I bring home a new shopping bag for her to hide in, or another cardboard box to first jump in and then bite. Not a single box leaves my home without a row of tiny little bite marks along each edge. Zelda also likes to drink from the faucet and play with twist-ties from electronics (the ones from bread bags don’t get her excited at all.)
And that’s Zelda. Tune in tomorrow to find out who’s next up!