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It has become apparent to me today that my grandmother's cat has me well trained. I have become just another one of those humans that is by some miracle fit to serve her. There I was, still sick (a nice hot weathered cold combined with a sinus infection) and proud of myself for having accomplished most of my errands today and fulling looking forward to parking my car and making my way into the house. There she was fully comfortable in my parking space and in no mood to move. Luckily there is more room in the drive-way. I paused to give her time to move and she gave me the full force of that kitty look that say 'I'm perfectly comfortable where I'm at.' I parked the car.
As if she hadn't satisfied her couriousity as to my willingness to defeer to her she then rolled over as I made my way into the house fixing me with that look that said, 'I'm just so cute and sweet and you must pet me.' I am weak, I gave in.
But then I am fond of saying that in my next life I'd like to be a well taken care of house cat, so perhaps this is merely a way of paying my dues. Or maybe not. She is after all so much smaller then me...I could have easily picked her up and moved her. She is after all just a cat. The thing about cats though is they're aloof...if they don't want to like you at the particular moment, they don't. If they decided that now is the time for you to love them, you better, because they may not ask again for awhile. The whole cat thing is a certain type of snobbery on the part of the cat. They obviously view themselves as the superior species and we as the mere human must lavish them with love and affection, but only if we are deemed worthy.
So it is probably a good thing they don't have world domination on their minds and are content to a life of mice chasing and being petted. Otherwise we would all be in trouble.
As if she hadn't satisfied her couriousity as to my willingness to defeer to her she then rolled over as I made my way into the house fixing me with that look that said, 'I'm just so cute and sweet and you must pet me.' I am weak, I gave in.
But then I am fond of saying that in my next life I'd like to be a well taken care of house cat, so perhaps this is merely a way of paying my dues. Or maybe not. She is after all so much smaller then me...I could have easily picked her up and moved her. She is after all just a cat. The thing about cats though is they're aloof...if they don't want to like you at the particular moment, they don't. If they decided that now is the time for you to love them, you better, because they may not ask again for awhile. The whole cat thing is a certain type of snobbery on the part of the cat. They obviously view themselves as the superior species and we as the mere human must lavish them with love and affection, but only if we are deemed worthy.
So it is probably a good thing they don't have world domination on their minds and are content to a life of mice chasing and being petted. Otherwise we would all be in trouble.