The very first night we brought Cino (like cappuccino because he had chocolate dusting markings on his face) home he curled up in his basket and tucked himself into bed in the laundry.
No crying for his mother.
Not a peep.
So I went to sleep soundly that night thinking that we were going to have an uneventful, normal life with this ragdoll.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
First there is his obsession with stickers and wallpaper. He’ll rip that right off if you leave him alone in a room for long enough.
Then there was the time he fell in love with the possum that would visit him at the screen door in summer. It was all fine and lovely until he broke through the screen one night to run off with it.
Or the time he jumped up to eat my lunch while it was cooking on the stove top and set himself on fire. That was a hard one to explain to my fiancee! He was fine – I was traumatised.
Oh, and he doesn’t drink from his own water bowl (glass cup) – he much prefers to have the tea or water that humans leave laying around.
Truth be told, Cino is a wonderful companion. I work full time from home running BlogTyrant.com and he sits with me all day – sometimes on his blanket, sometimes in my hoodie. That’s not as fun as it used to be seeing as he now weighs 7kg.
He’ll fetch his ball (rolled up tin foil is his favorite for some reason) and he’ll let you know if someone is at the door way before my dog used to. And he loves to send my housemates to work at their law firm covered in white cat hair. The other lawyers at the office now say, “Oh, you got some Cino on you there.”
Any ragdoll owner will be familiar with that.
My only regret is that we did not report the “breeder” where we found him. It turned out to be more of a “paid rescue” as he was covered in fleas, ear mites and had a badly swollen stomach from parasites. I’ve tried to find her details again but just can’t seem to locate her.
Rest assured he’s well loved and looked after these days. Literally (I swear), I just snapped the photo of his paw on my forearm as I’m writing this line.
One thing I’ve always wondered is whether or not Cino’s odd behaviors are unique to him or just unique to ragdolls. Fetching his toys, answering the door, only drinking out of a glass cup, eating stickers and plastic and finding ever more intelligent ways to bang things in the morning to wake me up in the morning. Oh, and does anyone else’s raggy puff themselves up and sideways bounce at you down the hallway when they are trying to get you to play with them?
I’ve love to hear from any ragdoll owners out there. Please leave a comment and let me know.