That's no coincidence that she came running when she smelled pumpkin. When my cat was having digestive issues, my vet suggested giving him canned pumpkin. He said it's good for cats and that they usually love it. I have some pumpkin pie juice. I'll have to see if Boo Bear comes running when I vape it. He usually only comes running up when I have grapes....real ones that is....I think he likes to get the little branches they're on. Cats are so silly!!
Cushla (anglicization of "a chuisle," Irish for "sweetheart" - it's a misnomer, unless she's sleeping!) is rarely interested in people food... when she was a kitten she used to swipe the foil from mom's smokes, roll it into a ball and play soccer with it, and we thought it was cute till we realized she was then taking it off to some dark corner and chewing on it. We'd been wondering why she'd tear around like a thing possessed for a while afterward! Residual nicotine was our guess, since she won't play with any other foil or wrappers. So we stopped letting her have it, for which she's never quite forgiven us. She's back to trying to eat the vapor now that I switched back to Pumpkin Spice, so maybe I'll see what she thinks of some canned pumpkin.
We always had Siamese growing up...they were always vocal, they were very affectionate, they all fetched, and they all liked to sleep under the covers
. They also had individual quirks that I've never seen in other cats. If I ever have another cat, it will be a Siamese
Cushla has mellowed as she's gotten older. She fetches and sleeps under the covers, preferably with her head on the pillow - we all know better than to roll over in our sleep, because she'll bed-hop during the night, and chances are about 50/50 that if you roll over, you'll get a paw to the face, claws extended. She's always been very vocal, but the older she gets, the more vocal she is... she'll have entire conversations with us now. Around our house, it's not uncommon to hear, "Mrow?" "What?" "Mrrp." "Mom's working." "Mrrt?" "No, she'll be home late tonight." "Rowr?" "Sorry, overtime." "Rrrp." (followed by her stomping away, unimpressed that she was not consulted). Affectionate is something she's never quite mastered, lol. She's not aggressive in any way, but she's very much her own cat. She decided long ago that the number of times my sister would be allowed to pet her shall be three... no more, no less. Three shall be the number thou shalt count, and the number of the counting shall be three. Four shalt thou not count, neither count thou two, excepting that thou then proceed to three. Five is right out.
Mom and I get a little more leeway, and she has been known to snuggle with us, but only if she thinks we're not paying attention. Should anyone call attention to it, she'll stomp off.
Mind you, if any of us is not where she deems it appropriate for us to be, she'll howl like she's being stabbed... but she's very teenagerish when it comes to showing affection, and always has been.
You just reminded me of another thing my vet told me. He said that almost all black cats (like my Boo) have Siamese in their blood line. Both my first black cat and now Boo fetched, sleep under the covers and were big talkers. Interesting personalities....also very attached and almost co dependent with their "person".
That makes sense, because I'm deathly allergic to cats, except for Siamese and most black cats. I've been telling my friends with black cats that their cats must have Siamese in them for years, because I can tell as soon as I enter a house if there's a cat other than Siamese in residence.... the air feels thick, and if I stay more than a minute or two, I can't breathe. Black cats have been the only exception to that rule. I've noticed the personality similarities, too.
