After 12 years, one would think that a cat and her human would have reached some sort of understanding.
After 12 years, my cat and I certainly understand one another: I am her bitch.
We understand that when I’m in the bathroom she will scratch frantically at the door until I open it, at which time she will peer over the threshold disdainfully and then walk away.
We understand that she will only drink water from the toilet, the tap or from a coffee mug. She has further established an understanding with Pookie that he will leave a tap running for her at all times in order to best serve her hydration needs. We also understand that mean ol’ Trish will turn off said tap at every opportunity.
We understand that human food makes her barf. Again, she has a side agreement with Pookie wherein he will give her all of the human food she wishes.
We understand that she doesn’t like to be picked up and carried around. Unless, of course, the picker-uper is Pookie.
We understand that that she is a full voting member of our household and that she always sides with Pookie.
What I fail to understand is how she can continue to find new and insidious ways to annoy me when she has a brain the size of a walnut.
( Cut for high levels of boringness )
I would love to publish a book called “How to Train Your Cat”.
I’d leave all of the pages blank. Except for the title page. That would read: "You wish".
After 12 years, my cat and I certainly understand one another: I am her bitch.
We understand that when I’m in the bathroom she will scratch frantically at the door until I open it, at which time she will peer over the threshold disdainfully and then walk away.
We understand that she will only drink water from the toilet, the tap or from a coffee mug. She has further established an understanding with Pookie that he will leave a tap running for her at all times in order to best serve her hydration needs. We also understand that mean ol’ Trish will turn off said tap at every opportunity.
We understand that human food makes her barf. Again, she has a side agreement with Pookie wherein he will give her all of the human food she wishes.
We understand that she doesn’t like to be picked up and carried around. Unless, of course, the picker-uper is Pookie.
We understand that that she is a full voting member of our household and that she always sides with Pookie.
What I fail to understand is how she can continue to find new and insidious ways to annoy me when she has a brain the size of a walnut.
( Cut for high levels of boringness )
I would love to publish a book called “How to Train Your Cat”.
I’d leave all of the pages blank. Except for the title page. That would read: "You wish".