One of my friends has a blog written by "Mean Kitty" - her cat(s). In it, the cat tells what the slave does wrong and why it's wrong. I can commiserate with the slave. I have a cat named Pixel who is about 14 1/2 years old and as ornery as they come.
I am a cat lover - 99.99% of the time - but there are times when my cat drives me nuts. First of all, though I am the person who feeds her and keeps fresh water out, I am low man on the totem pole when it comes to people. My hubby is her preferred person. If she needs a lap, mine is only good enough when he's not around. Let him lie down on the sofa, and she's immediately there to curl up on top of him. Let me lie down and she either ignores me or meows until I move and give her space next to her blanket.
In the mornings, if I get up at 6:30, she's sitting at the end of the hallway waiting for me. If it's closer to 7, she's half-way up the hallway and gets upset if I head anywhere except the kitchen first. If it's after 7, like this morning, she comes to the door and starts meowing - loudly - until I get up and feed her. If I choose to remain in bed, she climbs onto the bed and paces until I get up.
Then there's the door to the sunroom. Attached to our house is a beautiful sunroom accessed by a door in the kitchen. We choose not to heat it in the winter unless we're going to have company so we keep the door shut. Unfortunately, that does not sit well with Pixel. After she finishes her breakfast, she wants out. Then in. Then out. Then in. Then out...etc. ad nauseum every five to ten minutes. I guess I could look at it as she's making me get my exercise.
But I love the big furball. Even if she doesn't like to let me sleep in.
Today's Thought: Anxiety is the space between the "now" and the "then" - Fritz Perls
Today's Teaser: We've all read directions that come with "some assembly required" projects. Most are terrible. Find something you've done and write a step-by-step brochure on how to do it.