I’m no different. On several occasions, I’ve sang my cats’ praises. Holly’s in particular, as she is such an affectionate, smart and talkative cat. We'll get to the others later, but today it's Holly's day.
Just over two years old, Holly isn’t like any of the others. While Mickey, Chanel, Charlotte and Gabriel are content to merely sleep on my bed, Holly goes to sleep with her head on my pillow.
When Dieter gets up at 6:00 a.m. she joins him in the bathroom. On the rare occasion that he closes the door before she has a chance to follow, she meows (loudly) to be let in. When Dieter opens the door, she gives an appreciative krrr.
While he showers and brushes his teeth, she waits patiently knowing that he completes his grooming routine by combing his hair, at which time Holly wants her hair combed too.
When I get up, she comes with me to the bathroom too and sits on the mat while I shower. As I step out of the shower, she moves to the toilet seat from where she watches me intently as I brush my teeth and wash my face.
She knows what comes next … I comb her head. I deliberately say “head” because I don’t comb her whole body, just the top of her head and her cheeks.
Another thing I should mention is that Holly is a very talkative cat. She has a large vocabulary with which she expresses herself, she’s even been known to “sing”. If she wants attention, and she doesn’t get it, she will start to serenade us, loud and insistent which will either result in one of us playing with her or an annoyed “Holly, enough already!” In which case she will grow quiet and sulk.