You may or may not know that I’m currently an Early Years Practitioner and as well as working with children all day long 5 days a week, I’ve recently started reading a lot of mummy blogs and finding myself really enjoying them. Perhaps it’s this that’s made me feel like there’s something missing in my life, or the fact that my best friend is now pregnant with her second child (I’m so excited!) but we are in no way ready for that ourselves at the moment. Still, there’s a void that at 25 years old, I’m definitely starting to notice more and more.
So, instead of talking about my non-existant children on this blog, I thought to myself the other day “why have I never blogged about Kovu?”. Kovu a.k.a Kovies and Koves is our 1 year and 5 month old mischievous Maine Coon kitty, we got him when he was just 8 weeks old after living in this house for a little less than a month and he instantly made our rather bland house at the time feel like home.
The truth is, I have no idea why I’ve yet to even share one picture of him on The British Feather, you may have seen him quite frequently on my Instagram, but the blog… nothing, nada, not even a single photo.
Maine Coons are known for being above average in intelligence and for having dog-like qualities. Kovu is certainly that. He’s my little monkey, pot pourii stealing, window-smudging, bossy boots of a cat. Oh and he’s rather obsessed with his ball, he plays with it excitedly, hitting it around with his paw and picking it up in his mouth to carry it to various locations, then when he loses it (usually under the sofa) and he can’t reach it to powerfully hit it towards the wall so it catapults out in the other direction, he meows at us to get it for him and then if we don’t, he meows at us more until we do. You see, he always tries to tell us what to do. Maybe it’s our fault, but we’ve kind of got this weekday routine into his head and he’s not impressed when things change. He expects dinner between 5 and 6pm and bedtime is at 10:30pm prompt, failure to do so results in him wandering around the house meowing at us to tell us off, or after he’s finally given up, refusal to move from under the bed when we do finally want to go to sleep. Usually, the word “bedtime” is enough to make him run downstairs into our kitchen diner where he sleeps but like I said, if we don’t listen to him then he won’t listen to us.
Truth be told though, we’re rather strict on him and he knows the rules. He’s not allowed on the kitchen worktops, dining table, coffee table, computer desk or bedroom furniture apart from the bed but is allowed to go on the dining table chairs, the sofa, the window sill and the sideboard (it’s right next to the window sill and he loves to nosy at all the neighbours. Generally he’s really good with it and doesn’t try to push the boundaries. We’ve also taught him a few tricks such as sit and paw which he has now started doing automatically when the treats come out, and he’s taught himself that yawning at bedtime when Jordan is doing his sandwiches for work the next day will get him ham and the response “awww that’s so cute!” from daddy Jordan no matter how many times he does it.
He’s such a character, too smart for his own good and a little snuggle-monster when he wants to be but I love him to pieces and quite frankly, he’s my baby. Now that I’ve finally introduced him onto the blog, expect to see him around these parts a lot more often too.
Do you have any pets?