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trishkitAfter 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.
For example, last night, I was awoken by the sound of a rattling door. Not content to simply test that the door was indeed closed, Esme proceeded to scratch and rattle it for prolonged periods of time. We had established the fact that she has far more patience than I do a long time ago, so my best option was to find the door and open it, assuming that I wanted to continue sleeping. The problem with this plan was that all of the doors were already open (we’ve had this fight before). I couldn’t figure out what the heck she was trying to get into. And the evil little beast could hear me coming, so she would run and sit in the middle of the living room every time I tried to catch her in the act. This went on until (of course) Pookie came home at around 3am.
She was right back at it when Pookie left for work this afternoon. This time I was crafty. I turned the tv up and was able to sneak up on her. It seems that she has decided that she simply must have access to the bathroom cabinet.
Shockingly enough my cabinet doors are now open. I have already hit my knee on them, but I will probably be able to keep them closed permanently in a couple of days once the thrill wears off for the furry little runt.
She’s getting her claws clipped tonight, no question.
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.
For example, last night, I was awoken by the sound of a rattling door. Not content to simply test that the door was indeed closed, Esme proceeded to scratch and rattle it for prolonged periods of time. We had established the fact that she has far more patience than I do a long time ago, so my best option was to find the door and open it, assuming that I wanted to continue sleeping. The problem with this plan was that all of the doors were already open (we’ve had this fight before). I couldn’t figure out what the heck she was trying to get into. And the evil little beast could hear me coming, so she would run and sit in the middle of the living room every time I tried to catch her in the act. This went on until (of course) Pookie came home at around 3am.
She was right back at it when Pookie left for work this afternoon. This time I was crafty. I turned the tv up and was able to sneak up on her. It seems that she has decided that she simply must have access to the bathroom cabinet.
Shockingly enough my cabinet doors are now open. I have already hit my knee on them, but I will probably be able to keep them closed permanently in a couple of days once the thrill wears off for the furry little runt.
She’s getting her claws clipped tonight, no question.
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".
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Date: 2004-09-10 03:07 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-10 04:07 pm (UTC)And when I met my boyfriend he had a hamster named Molly. She was a lovely pet.
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Date: 2004-09-10 07:17 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-10 07:59 pm (UTC)My cat, on the other hand, weighs 9 pounds. She's very snuggly, but not especially squeezable.
Molly the hamster was a lovely and friendly beast who would only eat if she was fed by hand. You can make your own interpretation about just how much quality time a single 20-something guy was spending with a rodent to achieve that. I choose to think it's adorable.
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Date: 2004-09-11 10:41 am (UTC)I like monsterish pets. :o)
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Date: 2004-09-10 03:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-10 04:05 pm (UTC)And yet you seem surprisingly sane. You're a brave, brave woman. I can barely handle one, I can't imagine living with an evil horde!
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Date: 2004-09-11 12:23 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-11 03:30 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-11 06:14 am (UTC)