I just love my porn cat. He’s so vibrant and energetic! After playing rough with him, he’s FINALLY asleep. Today I began recording Zero Gravity 2 and every time I’d start talking into the microphone, Johnny would meow or scratch furniture, jump on something, scratch at paper, or lick his paws (loud enough where the microphone could pick it up). I’m telling you. It doesn’t matter how quiet he is all day. The minute I begin recording something, that’s his cue to say, “Mommy, I’m here!” So the only way I can get him to just be quiet for a few hours, is to play roughly with him. And I do mean rough. He’s funloving and incredibly playful and that’s what I love about him.
I’ll try my best to describe how I play with him because it’s kind of difficult to explain without it being on video (who knows maybe one day I’ll videotape it). However, one thing I like to do, is take all my energy within my body and concentrate it into the edge of my finger. Then I point it an inch or two in front of his eyes. My finger sometimes shakes (and is curved) and he can literally FEEL the energy of my finger shooting out. Sometimes when I do that, he’ll meow instantly and his tail will flop around and his ears will go back. Most of the time he’ll swat it with his hands really hard, but my finger won’t move, which only instigates him. Then I randomly pick a hand (usually the one he’s least expecting) and put all the energy into my entire hand until my fingers are shaped like a claw. I’ll put ALL my energy into it, so my fingers are literally stiff as a board and then put my fingers behind his ears and push his face down and spin him around. He always expects this and we do this tag team style of “who can get who first.” He tries to swat my hand before I can “claw” (not using fingernails, just fingers) him. And my little porn cat is like a boxing puncher when he swats my hand. He’s actually bruised my wrist just from hitting it. It’s so funny. When I raise my hand up, he jumps up to catch it, but my fingers tap the back of his head, letting him know I won. He’ll try this 50 or 60 times until he’s huffing and puffing and I give him a break.
What’s so cool about the way we play as that we both know when to stop. As soon I put my hands behind my back and turn away from him, he’ll immediately stop and won’t bite me or hit me anymore. But if my arm is out in the open, he knows it’s ok to attack. As soon as I turn my shoulder inward (as if giving up), he stops. It’s really cool that he does that. And I know it’s MY turn to stop as soon as he lays sideways and turns away. We’ve come to somewhat of an “agreement” that when one of us looks away, it’s time to stop. That way, in bed at night, there’s never any fighting and he purrs in my arms all night. And people say cats aren’t trainable. Hell, they haven’t met my boxing kitty.
And sometimes, if he’s acting up, I’ll try to hypnotize him with my finger so he’ll go right to sleep. It doesn’t happen every time (I’m working on that), but sometimes it works. Mistress Lycia saw it once while she was here - he saw the finger, fell down, meowed, and went to sleep. hehe.
Here are some pics of John Holmes the Porn Cat in my arms… who knows, maybe one day I’ll show a video of us playing around on the floor. It’s quite a boxing match. He’s so feisty. Good thing I’m into pain.
(These were shot at nighttime, so I lightened them dramatically in photoshop.)
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Isabella
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I’ve always been much more of a dog person, but Mr Holmes sounds so cool that, in my eyes, he must be a dog trapped in a cats body.
Also, I hope he realizes he’s probably the luckiest cat on the planet!
Goddess, John Holmes is such a lucky cat to wrestle with you this way. I dream of your super powerful finger pointing at me. . .
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Yeah, cats are totally trainable! we have 2 cats, the older i raised from a kitten, the other i got as a kitten later, but the older, loki, was too agressive toward him. So for the kitten’s safety i gave him to my parents. When i had to move back with them, the younger cat, tigger, was big enough to stand up to my cat loki. They fought a bit at first but soon got along.
Anyway, tigger has the habit of attacking and biting anyone who goes to pet his belly. Sometimes he allows them to pet a few minutes first, but never for long. Anywhere else he’ll accept petting for as long as you want to give it, but not the belly. Except for me. Perhaps because i’m the largest male or something, i doubt he remembers me from our brief time together when i first got him. But for me he streches out and lets me pet and rub his tummy for as long as i’m willing, and he loves it.
But tigger is a bit of his own kind of cat. he plays fetch, and also plays catch, with his toy mice. we toss the mice, he chases them, grabs them in his teeth and brings them back to drop at our feet. Then waits expectantly for us to throw again. Or he drops the mice then runs off a feet and waits for us to throw them to him, then he catches them in his paws, plays a bit, and bats them back to our feet across the floor.
Of course, my older cat loki has a fetish for feet, toes, hands and fingers… But thats another story.
oh my god. When you said TIGGER, I absolutely melted. In California I have a cat named tigger who stays with my sister (he’s approx 13 years old I believe) and it just made me miss him. I grew up with that furball and now he’s getting older.
I know what you mean about petting bellies. Some cats really dig it and some don’t. It’s really nice when they let you do something they don’t normally do. Ironically, John Holmes runs and hides when he sees a man (yet in your case it’s the other way around). That’s so awesome. Thanks for sharing!
By the way, the part about foot fetish cracks me up. I’ll make a journal entry devoted to Johnny and his love of feet hehe.
I dream of wrestling your ass and making you beg for mercy
It goes both ways.
Dogs are cute too, don’t get me wrong. I’ve had 3 dogs in my life (a pom, a pit bull-something mix, and a mutt.) All three of them were fun to hang around in different ways. The pom was loving and rambunctious. The pit bull/something mix was untrained and a pain the butt and wanted attention all the time. The mutt was lazy, old, and trained and always followed instructions.
But cats are soooooooo fluffy and furry and they purr and meow and mmmm feel so good to feel their warm bodies under my hands. Plus they’re easy maintenance.
And yes, I firmly FIRMLY believe he’s either a dog trapped in a cat body OR he’s a panther trapped in a cat’s body.
haha tigger runs and hides when any stranger comes over, and when my nephews come visit. Her only comes out for me, my parents, sister, and my brother if he’s alone, without his sons. Otherwise he hides. Loki tends to go upstairs at first when anyone else comes in the house, but he’s much braver and comes back down unless it’s really noisy. Of course loki used to face down the big, overly friendly dogs of a former roommate. He had the dogs afraid of him, so he’s no pushover anyway, and can have an attitude. *laugh*
Johnny seams to meow allot when some strain-ger feeds him… It is a shame he cant go out and cat about but he would be cat food for some thing else. I squirt gun cat make him jump?