Hi, I’m Christopher! Read my introduction to learn more about me and my silly Russian Blue cat, Olga.
Cats have a status for being more mysterious and spiritual than other animals, and while I’m amazed by their actions and respect their cunning minds, I don’t think they’re psychic or telepathic. I’m cynical about spiritualism, but I admit that cats and their owners engage in unspoken communication.
Felines aren’t telepathic in a science fiction sense; they will’t move objects with their minds or force birds to fly into brick partitions, but they’re talented at anticipating our actions from our body language. If Olga were genuinely telepathic, I’d lock up my cutlery and keep her food in a protected.
Sorry Christopher, these are my jeans now.
The Breakfast and Dinner Bells
When Olga is hungry, which is more often than not, she employs various methods to get my attention. Within the morning, she’ll whine if I hit the snooze button on my alarm since she knows I’m delaying her breakfast. Then, she’ll jump on the lavatory sink and play hockey with my contact case, and if I’m still asleep, she’ll lick my head.
I don’t feed Olga until I finish working within the evening, but she sends psychic messages a couple of hours before dinnertime. She sits next to my desk, stares intently, and tries to look neglected. I’m unsure where she learned to make use of “puppy dog eyes” to beg for food, but she’s mastered it.
If I make eye contact, she grunts and walks toward the kitchen. I often ignore her, but when I wait too long, she’ll scream and find something on the kitchen table to knock on the ground. She knows my routine once I’m signing off at work and listens for the sounds I make when turning off my computer and moving my squeaky chair.
If she hears this when she’s within the litter box, she’ll bolt out of it prematurely and return after she’s fed.
I can tear up the couch and the scratching pad at the identical time. I’m gifted.
Playing Games
Sometimes, Olga will run over to me if I stare at her too long, and I assume she thinks my stare is an invite to play. She’ll hunch up her back, fluff out her fur, and hop in my direction like an overgrown rabbit. If I approach her, she’ll hit me within the leg and run away. She wants me to chase her or throw a paper ball she will bat around.
She isn’t keen on playing alone and might tell when my attention isn’t focused on her during a game. Like many lazy owners, I’ve tried watching TV or reading while fidgeting with her, but she walks away irritated and frequently takes a nap.
Although cats aren’t psychic, they’re incredibly expert at reading our faces and emotions. I feel safer knowing that Olga isn’t telepathic and is incapable of attacking me by moving sharp objects along with her mind.
Cats like following a routine for several reasons, but one rarely discussed is that it helps them anticipate their owners’ actions. Olga listens for the sounds of me waking up or ending work and knows I’m about to depart once I pick up my wallet and keys or change clothes.