My door, Your door

It has become apparent that brother and sister have chosen doors for themselves.  Jinks has always ruled the back deck sliding glass door (most photos of them both at the back will show him at the ready and Sophie a foot or so behind).  But what’s a non-meowing kitten to do?  The only other door is wooden. 

Well, Sophie started out by insisting on going out the front door even if the back was already opened for Jinks.  Then one day I heard a faint meow type sound and thought one of them had gotten stuck in the garage (which has a door to the house), but no.  I heard it again and tried the front door.  There she was and in she came.  Now she fairly frequently will meow at the front to come in – still this faint sound, though sometimes she gets more gumption and is louder.

But I still didn’t understand the definitiveness of whose door was whose until today.  I was in the front yard and both cats were there (unusual, usually only Sophie is out front).  It was before either had been fed their morning meal.  As I went to the front door and opened it, Sophie bounded in.  I glanced over to call Jinks to come in also, but only heard an unidentified sound.  I had a hunch, but didn’t know for sure until I turned my head through the house to the closed back deck sliding glass door and sure enough, there was Jinks.  The sound I had heard was Jinks racing through the bush, over the side fence and around to the back in the time it took me to turn my head.  I obliged and walked through the house and let him in.  Obviously he is fully aware that the front door belongs solely to Sophie.

p.s.  Sophie is still allowed to come in and out the back.  Jinks does not own the back door.  It’s she that rules the place even though Jinks is a big hunk of a guy.

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Guest Post – by Dan Essman

Upon discovering a match up of cat qualities between our cats many miles apart – Dan informed me of the following poem he had written.  Since it seemed to go right along with my cat pair, he graciously has allowed me to reprint it here.  Enjoy!

ode to captain

our tuxedo kit kat yowls and mews
his hopeless owners to abuse
such a ruckus racks our threshold
i cringe, i shudder and then i scold
but still our feckless kit kat scratches
unlock the locks!  unlatch the latches!
then there sits he insouciant…yawns
a monarch to his grateful pawns
his royal furriness has nerve to grouse
then saunters round behind the house
he’s at the front, he wants the back
i’m going to have a heart attack
he’s at the back he wants the front,
(my wife calls this his favorite stunt)
we never should have picked the runt
i bang my forehead and implore
for godsakes, kat! just choose a door

dan essman 1 october 2012

Brother and Sister? Separate doors please.

“Shelter From the Storm” at 5 pm after being out in the sunny but cold 34 degree fahrenheit day.  One kitten rounds the center cabinets to the north, the other rounds the south bend.  Both end up at the food bowls.

If I go into the kitchen Jinks will jump up on the stool.  I’ll decide to pet him on the top of his head but as I bring  my hand away from him he puts his paw up and pulls my hand back to him so I’ll rub his belly from the front (total Maine Coon behavior, using paws to get their way).  Impatient and lightly meowing for food they still have to wait until 6pm.

Finally dinner is served.  Jinks jumps right in but Sophie, most of the time, will watch her brother start in eating and look on with disdain even though she has been hanging around waiting for the event as much as him.  She waits and waits until I can’t take it any more and pick her up and put her in front of her bowl.  (If I don’t, her brother will finish his food and move on to her bowl and I’ll be stuck dishing up more food.)  She looks up at me like – aren’t you forgetting something?  And until I pet her she will continue to stand there ignoring the food.

After the 2 seconds it takes for them to finish eating (why do both cats eat like wolves?  Don’t they know they’re felines?) they then go to the door to be let out.  But no, they don’t both go to the sliding glass door they came in.  Oh no.  Jinks returns to the sliding door, but Sophie, little princess that she is, will watch her brother go out the sliding glass door and then stand at the opposite side of the space at the front door.  It’s a “Son of a Bitch”.  I’ve even picked her up and placed her in front of the sliding glass door while it’s open and she will turn around and go to the front door waiting to go out.  I indulge, after all, people are irrelevant so why not do as she pleases.

Doors

  • cwi                                    (cat wants in)
  • cwo                                   (cat wants out)
  • grand central                  (one wants in, one wants out)
  • carpool lane                    (little girl comes in the sliding glass door, walks straight ahead to the front door and goes out)
  • shelter from the storm   (both want in at the same time and turn their heads in unison at a noise and then back again at the same time)
  • land rush                          (both want out at the same time)
  • _______(one wants in – call other – close door – walk two feet away – other wants in)
  • son of a bitch (one wants out the sliding door, one wants out the front door and won’t budge)
  • stretching and leaning as high up against the sliding glass door as possible (only when outside) means Jinks wants in
  • paw at the crack of the door will eventually open it