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snibbling

December 2, 2007

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a well-snibbled cat

And what is snibbling, you ask? Well okay, it was Johnny who asked, and as I’ve been asked before I thought I would post about snibbling here . . .

It all started when I took Azar in from the street to live with me. The first night I had him at home he was locked in one room while I gave him a good sponge bath and let him get used to the idea of being indoors before introducing him to the other cats, Sunny and Lua. And basically that was the last time he let me touch him for about three months. As soon as I let him out of the room he went into hiding, eventually coming out to eat and use the litter box. And also to make friends with Sunny. It was so sweet to see them always together with ‘big brother’ Sunny looking so protective of the little guy (Azar was about 5 months old when I took him in and still quite small). But if I ever approached them Azar would take off like a shot and hide somewhere.

After awhile I started trying to get Azar interested in me, so when I saw him I would get just close enough so that if I extended one arm and my index finger he would be able to sniff the finger. Little by little this turned into letting me give him a quick chuck under the chin before he’d run away. Finally I got so frustrated with not being able to cuddle the little thing that one day I just grabbed him and half-lay on top of him (we were either on the sofa or the bed, can’t remember now) and I gave him the cuddling of his life. I wouldn’t say it was ‘rough’ exactly, more like giving someone a brisk towelling down, only without the towel. As well as giving him quite a few kisses on top of his head. At first he struggled but after a very short while I felt his body go limp in defeat (well, I did outweigh him by … never mind) and then as I continued to massage him I felt his body starting to respond. Mind you, as soon as I loosened my grip on him he took off to hide under the bed. But I kept on with these ‘enforced vigorous cuddles’ and after awhile when he’d see me coming towards him he’d ‘get into position’ so I could grab him and ‘rough him up’ a little. :)

I don’t remember how this came to be called ‘snibbling’, probably just something that evolved from all the silly names I have for my cats. But I’ve since recommended it to other people who have skittish cats and they have said it worked for them too. You see, if you try being too gentle and cautious with a skittish cat it seems to make them even more nervous. But if you just grab them and very firmly give them some lurve whether they want it or not, it’s as if this somehow makes them feel safe.

These days Nog is in charge of the evening snibble, which also includes a brushing (heaven!). And if Nog is doing anything else at around 8-9 pm Azar will come up and mieow his head off until Nog follows him into the bedroom. It’s really adorable, kind of a bonding thing they have going.

Sunny, being a dog, also prefers rougher handling to gentle petting. In fact, if he is stroked too softly he’ll sometimes turn around and nip at whoever is stroking him. So I’d say he probably gets semi-snibbled as he doesn’t go in for some of the more acrobatic stuff I do with Azar. But both of them adore being massaged and especially having their bellies rubbed, which usually happens several times a day.

I dunno, reckon they might be just the eensiest bit spoilt?

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10 Comments leave one →
  1. December 2, 2007 10:37 pm

    Ah, that made me smile. And it’s an excellent word, snibbling. I’m glad to learn it.

  2. December 2, 2007 10:38 pm

    Hey, I think we were just simultaneously commenting on each others blogs. I just got a comment from you in my email.

  3. December 2, 2007 10:43 pm

    Hey me too! Neat, eh? :)

  4. December 2, 2007 10:46 pm

    The word is lovely…I once read about that as a strategy — if you had a cat that didn’t like to be cuddled, then the idea was to regularly scoop up the cat in a blanket, and cuddle them through the blanket. It makes them feel secure. :)

  5. December 2, 2007 10:46 pm

    Oh, and in case you’re interested, snibble can be both a noun (a snibble or snibbling) and a verb, and a snibblene [snibble-een] is one who gets snibbled. Though Nog thinks it should be spelt ‘snibbleen’ as he says it sounds Irish to him.

  6. December 2, 2007 10:56 pm

    The blanket idea is good too, Lori. Also, once Azar started letting me touch him, I made sure that anytime I walked by him I’d touch him somehow – either just a tickle behind the ears or a mini-snibble – so that he would stop being afraid of the *large being approaching* concept. Well, he did almost die when some asshole tried killing him and only ended up smashing up his front leg and paw. Kittenhood traumas can last a lifetime.

  7. December 3, 2007 4:29 am

    Hmm. I would like to try snibbling Mike, but I am afraid I might be disemboweled if I tried it.

  8. December 3, 2007 9:45 am

    lovely word. I wouldn’t mind at all if someone snibbled me :-)

    (only someone nice of course)

  9. December 3, 2007 7:20 pm

    Cats spoiled?

    Never.

    There are no such thing as a spoiled cat.

    They just get the proper attention.

    Dogs think they are humans.
    Cats know they are gods.

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