Can’t believe my little Chigg is 12. Chiggy, or formally named, Trigg, is my blue lynx mitted Ragdoll cat, who does not enjoy his birthday hat photos.
I do not know how I lucked out in getting Chiggy. I mean, I know why I have him – he is related to my Rags, the reason I founded this website. I knew I wanted a relative of my Rags, I knew I wanted him to be a male, but I didn’t know what color or pattern and I didn’t care, as long as he was related to my Rags. What I mean by I don’t know how I lucked out with him is his spirit/soul – he is a complete joy.
He is definitely the cutest cat I have ever known. And when I say, “cute”, I mean CUTE. He does cute things all day every day and never fails to make me smile on a daily basis. He’s also just goofy. I can be walking from one room to another and see him out of my peripheral vision, and just exclaim after looking at him straight on, “Chiggy! WHY ARE YOU SO CUTE?!”
Trigg is an easy cat. He isn’t needy, eats what’s given to him, poops without a problem, pees where he is supposed to. He is an easy cat. The only time he really “bothers” me is to tell me his food bowl is empty. And he doesn’t annoyingly tell me – he will come find me and be super amorous. For example, he will jump up on my desk, if I am working on Floppycats, and walk back and forth leaning his body into my face for kisses.
He is very fancy – he is the type of cat that arches his back on doorways and rubs against everything, showing off how fancy he is. Every day after I shower, I take my dirty laundry down to the basement where my washer and dryer are. Charlie goes with me. And Trigg runs down too – but he waits for me on the basement stairs. He waits because they are about to get their dinner – but he sits on the stairs and I kneel on a lower one, so that my face is parallel to his body. I give him kisses up and down his side body – I also rub my face and wet hair on his body. He loves it and leans into me. It is one of my favorite parts of the day with him.
Another favorite part of my day with him is that he is also a sweetheart of a snuggle bug. If you follow us on social media, then no doubt you have seen the photos that I post of him snuggling up with me at night time.
Chiggy loves ice cream, and unfortunately, so do I. So whenever I have ice cream or even if I am eating oatmeal from the same bowls I use to eat ice cream out of, Chiggy is always waiting there to lick the bowl. I have never had a cat so interested in sweets in my life – he will go for the cream of an Oreo, icing/frosting on a cake, cookie or donut and any kind of ice cream, whether it is diary, coconut, cashew, etc.
Chiggy is a naughty kitty too – with Charlie. He likes to egg him on, as well as surprise ambush whack Charlie. It’s pretty funny – one of the reasons I love cats.
I totally think Chiggy knows how hilarious he is. I mentioned earlier how goofy he is. He just cracks me up with the whacky things he does. He definitely lives in his own little happy world – a world I hope to visit some day.
He enjoys going outside and hunting chipmunks. He will sit and stare for hours waiting for one of those pesky chipmunks to show up.
Many readers have asked if they can come meet Chiggy. I get the desire to do so. However, Chiggy doesn’t like strangers. He runs and hides when anyone comes into the house with the exception of my mom. He still runs and hides, but when he hears her voice, he comes out. He lived with her for 1 month or 6 weeks (can’t recall) when he was a kitten, so he has a special affection for her. He would probably come around too if my old boyfriend appeared, as he loved and trusted him too.
Chiggy will sometimes be near if my sister comes around – but usually still hides knowing her excitement about seeing him. My sister doesn’t come over very often (I usually go to her house) – but if she’s here for a long time, he will gladly come out. My Dad always jokes, “Don’t you have two cats?” because Charlie always greets people at the front door, but Chiggy never comes out when a stranger is here.
What a treasure and a blessing Chiggy has been in my life. He has taught me and continues to teach me many life lessons as well as cat things and language. I am so grateful for his presence in my life and that I can share his joy on Floppycats.
Happy 12th Birthday, Chigg Doo! Here’s to at least 12 more!