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Disciplined by cats #1
As I continue spoiling people by hiding anything over three lines...
We tossed three sets of table sheets in the washer tonight, since W was under the weather and we didn't go out with friends after all. The sheets made the transfer to the dryer all right, but there was a slight mishap when W hauled them out of the dryer.
I was journaling, and suddenly Maisie was at my feet, saying "Meep." It was very precise and staccato, not her usual voice. She kept it up. "Meep." "Meep." "Meep." I figured this was her usual "There's nothing left in the dryer, feed me and put me to bed" statement, and went to check the litter box before swinging by for the food dish.
Well, I have just realized I never scooped the box--because when I got there, she was sitting next to it, and something looked odd...as in, a pillowcase was artistically laying across one third of the box.
Clearly, this Would Not Do.
I apologized and removed the offending article.
When I went to report to W in his office, she was quietly waiting outside the office for me to come out. Because food was #2 on that list, and now that the offending article was gone, food slid right back up to the #1 slot.
Cat priorities.
We tossed three sets of table sheets in the washer tonight, since W was under the weather and we didn't go out with friends after all. The sheets made the transfer to the dryer all right, but there was a slight mishap when W hauled them out of the dryer.
I was journaling, and suddenly Maisie was at my feet, saying "Meep." It was very precise and staccato, not her usual voice. She kept it up. "Meep." "Meep." "Meep." I figured this was her usual "There's nothing left in the dryer, feed me and put me to bed" statement, and went to check the litter box before swinging by for the food dish.
Well, I have just realized I never scooped the box--because when I got there, she was sitting next to it, and something looked odd...as in, a pillowcase was artistically laying across one third of the box.
Clearly, this Would Not Do.
I apologized and removed the offending article.
When I went to report to W in his office, she was quietly waiting outside the office for me to come out. Because food was #2 on that list, and now that the offending article was gone, food slid right back up to the #1 slot.
Cat priorities.
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I told you about java and the catnip story right. similiar situation where I din't understand his needs and he expressed the while purposely scratching the couch right in front of me
once I figured it out he was the happiest cat in the world.
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After you smacked him for scratching? 8^) I don't know if you told me that story, it hasn't stuck with me.
Then there was the time when Meg was so mad that meat had disappeared from the world that she crapped in the living room with you there! Screaming at full volume.
Food was her #1 priority, too. Never doubted it.