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.)

Love
Isabella
xoxoxoox