My cat has always been a fabric snob. As a kitten I noticed she preferred silk and wool to synthetic fabrics. In fact one of her favorite things is a bulky green sweater with a large shawl collar. It’s one of my many “at home” sweaters and whenever I wear it she takes only 30-40 seconds to jump into my lap, start purring and biscuit making before she sniffs her way into kitty oblivion and falls asleep.
Because of this I don’t wash the sweater very often. I also have a knit cashmere robe that she adores and if I don’t hang it up she will seek it out for her favorite bed. Well one of them. She also has an assortment of sheepskin beds and wool donuts I have made for her to nest in. this cat is not lacking in any of the creature comforts available to her kind. Well even to the human kind. How many cats that you know have a down duvet? Or silk chiffon hidey holes?
So yes, even with her toys she prefers expensive natural fibers. I make felted mice for her to wrestle and on the ends of wooden dowels I attach silk cords which float like bird feathers when I cast them through the air. Maybe I have told you all that she lacks the catnip gene but responds marginally dopey to the smell of honeysuckle and jasmine. And then there is her infamous love of eggy pastries like waffles, French toast, pancakes. She even raided the kitchen one night and finished off two and a half marion berry empanadas. Two mornings ago I was making Vietnamese coffee for a breakfast treat and she ever so gently and femininely attacked some sweetened condensed milk dropped on the counter.
In essence my cat has many of the same tastes I have which sorta supports the idea that our pets grow to be like us. Or we like them. If abs could read would she like Henry James? Edith Wharton? Emily Dickinson? Interesting thought but right now I have to go take little nap. purrrrrr
