A cat, on its owner's shoulder, looks pensive as it rests its head against it's owners neck "I wonder what she's thinking..." Yes, but what kind of personality do cat-owners have? That is what I really wanted to know as I read news of the University of Lincoln study which revealed the five character types of our felines: sociable, hunter, cantankerous, etc.
Failing to focus on the human specimens, I think, was a trick missed, given that in my experience we who champion moggies over doggies are every bit as diverting as our pets. So to fill the gap, I have engaged in some reflection (as the owner of a long-haired blind rescue animal blessed with a purr like a buzz-saw) and produced this: the whole cat-owning tribe, variously categorised in its weird, wonderful and barmy phenotypes.
The Victim
Susie has been woken up in the early hours for the past seven years. The tiniest miaow signals that it might be breakfast time, or, it might be exploring the garden time. It’s a classic abusive relationship. They bite you, scratch you, ignore you and pee on your bed. Then they come and sit on your lap for a bit while you’re watching Newsnight and you feel blessed. Then they just get up and leave and you’re thinking: “Was it something I said?”
The Rescuer
It started on holiday in Portugal, when Margaret rescued a sweet little street cat with one eye and a gammy back leg. Since then, she’s run the gamut of “imperfect cats”. Blind, brain-damaged, personality disorders; challenging cats are her forte. All are fed organic chicken and each have their own bed. Her long-suffering husband has banned any more rescue attempts, but too late, for the local shelter already has their landline on speed dial.
A cat looks dead ahead as a hand is seen grooming it with a small wooden brush "That's right. I am in charge here." The Mummy and Daddy
Dolly and Bobby know it’s meal time when they hear Mummy shout “BABIES!”. Mummy pays a ludicrous amount for their food – cat soup at 60p for the smallest sachet and one each, of course. Both Mummy and Daddy neurotically freak out if they are away from the house for a couple of hours. Daddy is convinced he has a special way of tapping on the window that brings Bobby back from however many miles away he is. And then there are the songs: “Could you be, the most beautiful cat in the world...” and “B. O. B. B. Y” to the tune of “D. I. S. C. O”.
The Wannabe Dog Owner
Eloise has taught all of her cats since childhood to sit, beg and retrieve sticks when outdoors, tinfoil balls when indoors. These are dropped at her feet for her to throw again. She recently purchased a cat harness and is planning summer walks in the park.
A cat scratches at a new looking sofa "So much fun. Scratchy scratch." The Naive Room-mate
A certain level of squalor pervades every aspect of Henry’s house – fluff everywhere, vases knocked over. His property has been entirely given over to his furry squatter – Henry’s just there obligingly to pay the rent. The carpet on the stairs looks like No-man’s-land at the Somme. Visitors are forced to teeter on the edge of the sofa, avoiding cat hair-covered cushions and, indeed, the sleeping mog itself.
The Part-time Lover
Rupert and Olivia simply adore their two precious kitties. But, much like their beloved felines, they value their independence. Christmas in Bali, skiing in Zermatt, weddings in Scotland. Fortunately, Catinaflat.com means there’s always a catsitter on hand to do the dirty work and send them cute selfies to coo over on the slopes.
Alfie had me on elastic!! Master and servant. Harvey is just a complete fool. When his nerves don't get the better of him but even so I am still the willing servant.
Hell I even got up in the middle of the night and remade the bed because Harvey was scared of the new blanket lol