Flopsie Practices Yoga

Flopsie, our black and white female, the little piggy piggy who was our “mews” (get it?) for MeowSpace®, loves to knead. It’s pretty cute the way her little eyes get that “I’m on drugs” look as she pushes and prods her little paws into her object of kneading. And herein lies the rub (pun intended); it’s where she kneads that’s the problem…on me. Sometimes I think she has appointed herself to be my personal fat guru. Yes, cat kneading could help me lose my tummy fat. Yogi Flopsie practices the “chi” exercise known as “The Crane” on me on a daily basis. She picks the perfect spot on my poor stomach, appears to inhale and exhale deeply, and begins the ritual. Push push press press claws ouch press push claws ouch again and on and on for as long as I can stand it, or until I have to go to the bathroom, whichever one comes first.

I’ve noticed an intelligent pattern to her kneading. She spends about 5 minutes all over my stomach, then moves to my thighs for about a minute, then back to my stomach for another minute before she heads for my boobs. That’s where I draw the line, so I have no idea how much time she would actually spend there. After another 2 or 3 minutes, I’m saved by a phone call, or our other cat, Mitchell, takes her attention away from me.

Mitchell never was a kneader. He’s just a lap cat, plain and simple. Flopsie came to us at about a year old. Rumor has it that she was a child bride, so to speak, and her one and only litter didn’t live. I wonder if that may have affected her, because not only does she love to knead, but she adopted our small, long-haired yellow duster before we ever had the chance to use it to dust the house. About once a day, she drags it around with her and caterwauls at it for 2 or 3 minutes. Then she’ll run off to play somewhere else, eventually landing in my lap, where of course, she begins her special cat yoga therapy again. I guess a few hundred bruises all over my torso is worth it. I love to be kneaded.

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