Meet Murphy. He is a Ruddy Somali, about 7 months old. His left eye was damaged by
a Calisi an upper respiratory virus attack when he was an infant, resulting in the inner lid not operating properly and giving him that vaguely creepy look. But he doesn’t care.
The joke in our house is that our other Somali, a Red named Winston, has only one brain cell (to go with his one tooth), but that brain cell is totally dedicated to loving anyone with a pulse and a heat pattern. “You’re here! Where have you been? I love you! Love me! I love you!” [wait 5 minutes] “You’re here! Where have you been? I love you! Love me! I love you!” [repeat]
Murphy, on the other hand, seems to have two brain cells. One is dedicated completely to the task-at-hand, whether it’s chasing a ball, seeking food, or attacking a teaser. The other brain cell seems to be devoted to lesser functions.
He arrived at the house right after his neutering, so he spent the better part of 24 hours in the bathroom for observation. Once he was let out, he spent the better part of he next 24 hours finding and playing with every single toy he could find. “Ball! OMG, I love this ball! Spring! OMG, I love this spring! Pipe-cleaner spider! OMG, I love…..” Yeah. Sometimes he loved one toy so much that he actually held it in his mouth while trying to play with another toy. He was so focused on sussing out every toy in the house that he actually forgot to eat.
At one point in that first 24 hours of freedom, we picked him up to try to give him a breather, but his Abyssinian heritage came out, “Don’t touch me! Ball! Spring! Spider! Toy! Let-go-of-me-now-play!”
He’s calmed down a bit since then. But he still can be very single-minded. Case-in-point: A few nights ago I opened a bag of “Medium” Buffalo Wing chips. Think Frank’s Red hot sauce. That was their “Medium”. As soon as I opened the bag, Murphy was there, “Food!?” So, I showed him the bag (just a little snack-sized one). He promptly shoved his whole head inside to sniff the chips, sneezed, then withdrew. Figuring I had nothing to lose, except a pound of cat litter, I snapped off a piece and gave it to him.
And then, “More? More? More? Where is it? More?” He actually started climbing up my chest to stick his head in the bag again. My lovely wife rescued me by opening her bag of jerky and breaking up a piece, damn near losing a finger in the process as Murphy tried to eat the jerky before she dropped it.
Sunday morning we brought out a new teaser we bought at PetSmart. I flopped it around twice, and then along comes Murphy, “MIIIIINE!!! Teaser! Mine! Mine! Mine!”
Now, generally, the cats will catch a teaser and then let go when you tug on it. Not Murphy. Murphy was going for the kill. At one point he body-checked a cat half-again larger than him in order to get the teaser. And growled everyone else away when they approached him when he had the teaser in his mouth.
Overall, he is quite the sweetheart and will actually settle in for a cuddle and a nap.
Should be interesting to see how he progresses as he matures and gets bigger.