United Cats examines the calico
question: Are all calicos insane? This is not a hypothetical question.
Begging the issue of whether any cat is really sane, I will examine
the calico question in some depth. And I am not castigating calicos in
any way, I just maintain that most of them are just plain weird.
Their people seem to love them all the more for it, and more than one reader
has suggested an alternate question, are all calico owners insane?
What is a calico? A calico is a white cat with substantial orange and black
markings. However, several readers have suggested that any three
coloured cat, especially
the tortoiseshell, should be considered to be a calico. From my own experiences
I can only but agree. For the official scientific
definition of
calico see torties.
And many other people's calicos (OPCs) exhibit unusual
behaviour. Keiko loves to go in the shower or bath with her person. In
fact several correspondents have reported that their calicos like to take
showers, sleep in the wet sink, and roll in the wet shower stall. And Keiko
is the only cat in the known universe who doesn't like me. To this day
she bites me and scratches me if I so much as think of petting her.
And I have known her for years, everyone else she gets along just fine
with.
Keiko is more discriminating than Beanie. Beanie believes that every human
she meets is an axe-murdering sheep-stealing mutant until proven otherwise.
So far no one but me has been proven otherwise, and I am apparently only
on probation. Beanie's dietary preferences also call her sanity in
question. She disdains most cat food, but loves Otter Pops and pastry.
Other reported calico dietary preferences include blueberry yoghurt,
chili and glass! Unusual eating styles have also been reported,
one calico prefers to lie languidly on the floor and fish kibbles from her
bowl one at a time, one paw thrown over her forehead as if saying "Poor Me!"
Knowing their predilection for plotting it is then no surprize that
calicos are often reported as psychoceramic, staring for hours into a fixed
spot in space. And when they are not psychoceramic, they often fall prey
to the psycho kitty syndrome. This is where the calico's eyes get fully
dilated, and then she flies around the house at extremely high speed as if
the demons of hell were after her. Almost every calico correspondent has
referred to this behaviour in one fashion or another. A calico named
Jessie has expanded brilliantly on this concept by leaping onto her
human's head at the height of such activity, preferably at 430 AM.
It is interesting to note that the proverb above clearly shows that the
calico question has been pondered for generations. And I find it
especially curious that it is not specified whether the luck is good or bad.
Further evidence that the true nature of calicos is well known
is shown in this poem by Mary Margaret Carlisle*:
My own experiences and the overwhelming consensus of the readers is that
calicos truly are a breed apart. A very strange breed. In future articles
United Cats will speculate on possible reasons for this. For now we can
only say that yes, calicos are insane. One final closing example. Beanie
is laying near me curled up sound asleep, in her litter box! The
not terribly clean litter box I might add. I rest my case.
United Cats thanks Queen Jane, Jessie, Taffy, Boo, Princess Bit Bit,
Shirley, Little Girl, and Quinn.
Much of my evidence comes from experiences with my own dear calico, Beanie.
She has been an odd cat since she was a tiny little thing. Her only sign of
affection as a kitten was at 3am when she would awaken me by licking my
nose. And as she grew up she developed more quirks. She took to
severely meowing my friends. She would sneak up behind one of them,
meow at them like her life depended on it, and then run away. This
gets her some very odd looks to say the least. My sister thinks she is
saying "Where's my brain? Has anyone seen my brain?" This is possible
but it might be giving Beanie too much credit.
Calicos always exhibit odd or downright suspicious behaviour. More than one
reader has reported intercepting strange or downright conspiratorial
e-mail intended for their calico. Most calicos plot
endlessly (and you thought your cat was just staring into space!) to
improve their own station in life, no matter what it takes. A calico named Taffy disappeared from
home once and was missing for over six months. When a substantial reward
was offered for her recovery she was quickly located hiding out at a nearby
stable. And shortly thereafter a large unexplained deposit was made
into her bank account. Coincidence? I think not. Another calico named
Boo deliberately hid inside several pieces of expensive furniture, which
had to be cut open at great expense to retrieve her. Kickbacks to Boo
from a prestigious furniture repair firm were later intercepted by her
suspicious owners.
In the course of my exhaustive research I have collected several revealing
quotes about calicos, some of them from famous celebrities whose identities
unfortunately must be concealed.
We are odd indeed
To think that we alone
of all God's creatures are worthy of recognition
for I am certain beyond question
that when the last day arrives,
our company will swell with fox, raven, hare, and rat
and when we are finally admitted we will see
sharpening her nails upon His most resplendent throne,
God's favorite unrepentant calico cat.
For more fun and useful information on calicos and torties see:
Vegas the Cat. And don't forget Scootz
the Calico Wonder Cat.
Technical Note: In the Hemingingway quote and colonial proverb above the word "cat(s)" was replaced by the word "calico." The celebrity quotes are fictional and satirical in nature.
*"Recognition" is included in this page with the kind permission of the author, Mary Margaret Carlisle. She was born in 1942 and currently resides in Webster, Texas. The poem was copyrighted in 1996 under the title of "Odd Indeed" and in 1997 and 1999 under the title of "Recognition." The name of the calico for whom the poem was written is "Little Girl." Permission will be generously granted for its publication upon request, poet may be contacted at Mary.M.Carlisle@prodigy.net More of her poetry can be read at Sol-Magazine.
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