Living With a Cat
Part of living with a cat means that when you get out of bed in the morning, you have to do it in a manner that doesn’t disturb his royal highness at the foot of the bed. When he leads you to his food dish, you better be prepared to feed him. When he is sitting patiently by the back door, staring at you, that’s usually a sign that he wants to go outside. If you hear a scratching noise at 3 AM you know you have to get out of bed, and you better, or the duvet is going to be ripped to shreds.
Even though it sounds like he may be a bit demanding, I ask a lot of him too. I ask that when I pick him up, he let me hold him for 15 seconds (I’m lucky to get 5). When I’m writing in my journal and he jumps up on the desk and lays down on top of it, I ask him to please move. Does he? Of course not. When I’m brushing him, I ask that he doesn’t insist I do it for 90 minutes. When he’s sitting in my favorite chair on the patio, I ask he vacate it for me, which he usually does, after 60 minutes or so. Have I ever thought about living without him? Never.
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