Let me tell you a bit about Kiko.
She’s the cat we rescued from alongside the Kahala Hotel in September 2024 when she was about 5 months old.
We learned right away that she is, as we were once warned about Kinikini, “a bit of a biter.” These are meant as “love bites,” I think, but human skin is thinner and more vulnerable to bites than that of the average cat.
One of her favorite things is to just somehow teleport herself into my lap while I’m sitting at our dining table with my 15″ MacBook Air open in front of me. Usually she begins by registering her appearance with a quick run across the keyboard, or sometimes a slow walk resulting in a window closed or a computer user logged out. But then she’ll run off and I assume she’s gone until I realize I’m unconsiously stroking Kiko as she sprawls out across my lap, her head always pointing to the right.
And here’s where I discovered Kiko’s other trait. She is a drooler. When she’s happy, she drools! Not a few little drops, mind you. She is a prodigious drooler as long as the lap is available and the petting continues.
I finally documented the scene earlier this week.
First photo: I realize that Kiko has quietly arrived and taken up her position on my lap. She’s wide awake in this photo.
Middle photo: Here’s Kiko in a more traditional view. I stopped the petting momentarily to get a few photos, but when the petting started again, Kiko relaxed and melted.
Bottom photo: I mentioned she is a drooler, and this picture shows the extent of her drooling during a typical session. Well, I admit this may be a bit more than average.
She doesn’t do this to Meda. It’s reserved for my lap and only when I’m sitting at the table concentrating on the computer, while stroking the cat is sort of on autopilot.
