This is me trying to work on my computer.
This is me this morning trying to write a blog.
Needless to say, kitty is helping me.
She has pestered me for 10 minutes, after being pushed to the other side of the sofa three times, five times being pushed back and told “no”, and finally allowed to put a paw on my right arm. Which stealthily led to a full stretch across my body.
The tennacity of cats is amazing. They don’t stop. They don’t change tactics. They never give up.
And they always get their way.
Now, I know every cat is different, just like every child is different. Some are scardy cats, some are fat cats, some are bold and sassy cats. Many people don’t care for cats, preferring a loyal and somewhat more subdued dog (except for my two dogs, of course).
But my cat gets an idea in her head and doesn’t stop pushing it until she decides to end it. Then she ends abruptly, turns, and does something completely different.
She is demanding, especially when it comes dinner time. Sometimes she stands in the middle of the room and meows and meows for no (apparent) reason. She insists on sleeping by my head, both on the sofa and in the bed.
I do love the fact that cats are more independent than dogs. They nosh all day, rather than gulp their food down in one inhalation (like my dog). They genuinely show their affection, but only when they are in the mood. You come and try to cuddle when they’re busy doing something or taking a nap — forget it. It’s not your time, it’s their time.
She sometimes look into space, alert and curious, as if someone invisible is moving or talking to her. Then she blows off the experience as eh, just another “thing.” I think she sees things I can’t see, hears things I can’t hear. Maybe she is an interpreter. Or a medium. Maybe she is watching a gnat crawl on the wall or dog hair flying in the air.
Most probably she is just a cat.
I do love my kitty. She is loyal, quirky, and loveable. She will always be my friend for life.
I just wish she’s move her derrière so I could type.