The God Complex - Toot Sweet 4 Two

Here’s an old joke for you:

“A dog and a cat are sitting in a window and observe the return of their owner. The dog says, ‘Oh, here comes my master, who feeds me and takes care of my every need; he must be a god.’ The cat says, ‘Oh, here comes my master, who feeds me and takes care of my every need; I must be a god.'”

If you are a cat owner and lover, you are well aware of the god complex. My cat, Coco (above and below), has a classic god complex. Ninety percent of the time, he treats me with complete disdain and indifference.

Well, maybe I’m exaggerating a little; maybe he only treats me that way 75% of the time. Unless he wants something; for example, food. Mind you, he has food in his bowls all the time. Yep, I used the plural for bowl. He has multiple receptacles for nutrition. Never empty.

And, he rules our world…

Up early, he yowls a pitiful wail until we get up. When Charlie leaves the house, OMG; his caterwauling is so loud, you’d think the world had ended! I can only imagine the stress he puts himself through when we are both gone.

If he wants you somewhere other than where you are, he will come up to you, yell at you and keep yelling until you move. I try my best to discourage ALL of these behaviors, with little degree of success. I’ve even gone so far as to completely ignore him with the hope that over time, he will just give up. Thus far, I’ve only been able to change one of his behaviors – he used to yell at us to go to bed. Yep, when 10:00 p.m. rolled around, his nightly shenanigans would start because, well, he thinks he’s a god. He wanted us to go to bed, turn off the TV and the lights and leave him to roam around in complete darkness.

Ignoring his wails broke this one bad habit, but it took about a week. A week of death-defying wails so loud you could hear him in the next county!

He’s a gorgeous creature, don’t you agree? Yes, indeed, a stunning stud muffin. And, yes, he’s a he – a boy named Coco. He’s a Snowshoe, which is a cross between a Siamese and an American Shorthair. He has the classic physical characteristics of this breed: the pointed colors from the Siamese, 4 white paws, a tuxedo on his chest, intensely blue eyes, medium-build and a shorthair coat. He also has white spots on his nose, upper lip and chin as well as white blotches of fur on his belly.

With narcissistic personality traits, Coco expects praise believing he’s superior and special in every single way. If he were human, I’d avoid him like the plague {grin}.

I think he’s worthy of internet stardom, but I’m prejudiced. But, here’s the thing – he does nothing. That’s right – nothing! He doesn’t climb in boxes, squeezing his body into spaces that don’t fit. He doesn’t chase anything, unless it’s a mouse. But, we do our best to keep the mice population at bay, so he’s only had a few mousing opportunities over that last couple of years. He doesn’t have a perpetual frown like Grumpy Cat, nor does he have a super loud purr worth recording. So, internet stardom eludes him.

He’s not a lap kitty nor a cuddler, preferring his solitary pursuit of long naps in various spots around our home. Speaking of his belly, that’s the softest place on my little big guy’s body. The rest of his fur is a little coarse; when you pat him, he feels like a cotton ball instead of a silky soft bunny rabbit. I don’t hold that against him {grin}.

As a kitten, he wasn’t dark at all. Only his face, ears, tail and legs. The rest of his body was the color of latte’ or hot chocolate mixed with whipped cream. That’s how he got the name Coco.

He turns 8 years old this month. And, although I’m deprived of affection by him (he really, truly has some sort of detachment disorder; unbelievably, this gorgeous creature was found abandoned at 2 weeks old on a busy street corner), I wouldn’t trade him in on a new model. After all, how often does one have the opportunity to live with a mythical god? {grin}

NOTE: The reason for repeating the text, in the cover photo directly underneath it at the top of this post, is because Google’s bots can’t read text on photos. So, when they are crawling a post looking for key words, any text on photos is not picked up. Just an FYI for other bloggers or anyone interested in knowing this tidbit {grin}! Photo above is the same photo without the text.

Tootles,

(other posts about Coco or with pictures of Coco)

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