I'll start out by apologizing in advance for the graphic nature of this post, but I want everyone else to visualize what Poseidon and I witness every night.
Everyone knows by now that I have two cats, one 10 and one 9 and they are my world, my babies. Kwinn, the Siamese is male and 10 years old, and Kat (her full name is Katarina) is a Russian Blue and she is 9 years old (really, are they that old? How time flies). Kwinn was neutered and Kat was spade. This point is extremely important.
About 3 years ago I purchased an amazingly soft fleece blanket from Target. A couple of days after purchasing said blanket, Kwinn discovered something about this blanket that he "liked," and by "liked," I mean, he humped this blanket to death. He never humped anything in the first 7 years of his crazy feline life, but something about this simple blanket from Target turned him into a furry little love machine.
He gave it up for a while, and I was relieved. When we had company, I made sure the blanket was "out of reach" or we risked suffering embarrassing moments, to say the least. However, Poseidon and I have noticed that over the past several months, Kwinn has started "dating" the blanket again, and of course by "dating," I mean humping like a mad man. Several times a night...yes, more than once each evening. The scary part of all of this is that we only see him in the evening. During the day when we aren't home, it must be all-out hedonism at the Slaven-Johnson house. How can a cat who was neutered 10 years ago have a libido like Charlie Sheen (I mean no disrespect to Charlie Sheen, but he was the first person that came to mind with a libido "problem.")?
I have to give Kwinn credit though. He doesn't just love 'em and leave 'em. When he is "finished" with his business, he curls up and promptly goes to sleep with his "date." So, he isn't a total pig...at least he cuddles.
--Fortuitous Observer
