For example, when I feed Maggie first thing in the morning, she acts excited...until I set down her bowl of food. At which point, she squeaks (she doesn't really "meow") and looks back at me. What she is really saying is, "This restaurant sucks. Same f***ing food every day. Morris the cat wouldn't put up with this s**t."
I've set up a mini office in the kitchen. First thing, I am on my laptop, checking my email and such. Up comes Maggie, strolling across the keyboard. "I'm more important than that stupid piece of junk. Pay attention to me, god****it."
Her favorite time to snuggle is when I'm trying to watch the French production of the TV series Maigret. Then she's all up in my grill, rubbing her face against my chin and purring, etc., demanding, "Pet me NOW!" Making it impossible for me to read the subtitles. Admittedly, I do enjoy this -- until she hears a loud noise outside, digs her claws into my chest and leaps across the room.
It turns out Mr. Ginley is also in tune with our furry feline.
When he engages in what he perceives as cat play (but Maggie finds annoying), I will hear the "cat's voice" from the other room, saying things like,""I'm going to kill you with my talons of steel." Or "Get away from me, old man." Or, my favorite, "You're not my real dad."
I find that I'm taking a lot of cat photos. And posting them on Facebook sites that invite you to share pictures of your pet.
Mr. Ginley asked me if I wanted the "Crazy Cat Lady" bumper sticker we saw on a car yesterday. I protested that one kitty does not a crazy cat lady make.
Now I'm beginning to wonder.
Maybe one is all it takes.
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