Oh what a difference one evening makes - Tactical Ninja
May. 8th, 2013
09:44 am - Oh what a difference one evening makes
I am fast coming to the conclusion that Derpy the Persian is either really, really thick - like maybe half his brain is missing in some bizarre squashy-faced space-creation exercise - or he's extremely Machiavellian. I haven't worked it out yet.
What I do know is that the tables have turned almost entirely from the previous evening. Also that every time I see the little orange blighter, the first words out of my mouth are "Oh god you're ugly!" and then I feel sorry for him and pat him.
After being bathed by Dr Wheel and the YoT - described as a maelstrom - and then being spoiled rotten all afternoon to make up for the trauma, last night he was willing to emerge from under the bed for pats. I thought this was kind of odd since Frodo was on the bed, yet Derpy seems able to ignore him entirely if necessary.
His MO seems to be coming out and then flopping on the floor in front of you like a dish rag:
He rolls on his back for belly rubs. Unlike most cats, this isn't one of those nasty traps where you start rubbing and then they latch on to your arm with all four legs and chew the shit out of it, either. He actually seems to like it. And then he follows you around and wherever you stop, he flops, and blinks at you going "You have to pat me, look at my face, how could you not feel sorry for me?".
Meanwhile, Frodo sits and snarls at him. And gets told off for being a cranky fucker. And then Derpy gets more pats for being picked on. Then Frodo sulks. And so on.
So last night, Frodo got all shitty because he'd been told off for snarling at Derpy, and took himself off upstairs in a huff, and guess who slept on the bed? Well, at least, jumped on the bed for pats, then slept underneath it. Hmm..
I suspect political machinations tbh. I have no idea who's going to win this one, but either Derpy really likes me or he's playing me for a sucker with his following me around going I WUV U, and I can't work out which one it is. And now Frodo's rubbing his head all over me whenever I go near him, which I suspect is to remove the detested scent of victory. *sigh*
Cats are hard. If they were dogs, they'd be honest about it, and also be willing to share. In fact I think Frodo is being honest about it. The Persian on the other hand, the jury's still out on. I'm gonna just keep being nice to both of them. That'll probably confuse them even more.
Joking aside, Derpy is really ugly. And when Dr Wheel was bathing him, he was having trouble breathing. I have issues with the breeding of animals till they're so deformed they don't function properly, and I think Derpy's an example of where that's gone too far. Poor little bugger. *pats him some more* Oh shit..
Today at lunchtime I'm going to see the postgrad coordinator for Criminology up at Vic. He's apparently an expert in evolutionary psychology as it applies to criminal behaviour. Unfortunately I've been unable to access any of his work. As you know, I take evo psych with a grain of salt, but I'm the first to admit that that's because my experience of it has all been laypeople trying to use it to justify traditional gender roles that are disadvantageous to me personally, and I've never encountered it as an actual academic discipline. I will try not to let this colour my view.
But I did dream about him. In my dream he was a raving hippie with a house so full of plants that you couldn't move in it, and a dodgy way of avoiding actually talking about anything.
Hopefully it'll go better than that, eh?