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June 16, 2003
Cat War
Did I ever mention how much I hate our cat? She & I are having this ongoing battle over her sleeping on our bed....since I'm allergic to cats and enjoy breathing, she's not allowed on the bed. But she likes to sleep there because she lurves me. And she's a spiteful little bee-otch when I make her move....kept me awake half the night the other night by jumping on my leg while I was asleep. I'd kick her in the floor, go back to sleep and she'd do it again, over and over from about 2 am on.
Last night I caught her on the bed again, picked her up & put her in her bed, which is in another room. Milady didn't like that, so she came into the kitchen where I was getting things ready before going to bed and started squalling to be let outside. Now I'm busy doing other stuff, so I don't immediately jump to do her bidding. Then I hear these weird slurping sounds....and look around to discover the hussy drinking out of my glass of ice water. Bear in mind that she has her own separate water dish in which the water is changed daily. I had in fact just changed it for her. (She won't drink out of the big communal water bowl because it has dog cooties.)
She then looked at me with that cat smirk and licked her lips. Resisting the mighty strong urge to separate her smirking head from the rest of her body, I dispose of my now tainted drink and get a clean one....sitting it down away from her. She tried to drink out of it too, but thinks better of it when I hiss & growl at her. (I speak cat, which is why she lurves me so much) We glare at each other like two gunfighters at high noon. I open the door. She stalks out haughtly...to spend the night outside, a rather Pyrrhic victory for her I'm sure.
Serves the spiteful hussy right. I think I'll start spitting in her water bowl and see how she likes that.
War is hell.
Posted by Rita at June 16, 2003 08:29 AM
Comments
Darn! Maybe it's not such a bad thing that my cat completely ignores me. Except of course, when I'm shaking the bag of treats.
Posted by: Ursula at June 16, 2003 07:55 PM
Sounds like a typical cat to me!
Posted by: Jane at June 16, 2003 09:33 PM
She is the epitome of catness....plus old and cranky, much like me. We get along just fine except for the bed thing. I'm trying spraying her with water, which seems to be working. Cats hate that, and it's how I trained the cats I used to have to not jump up on the kitchen counters.
For the record, she's Mike's cat. (You might say I moved to the nuisance.) But if you asked her, she would say I am her person...if she deigned to answer you at all.
Posted by: Rita at June 17, 2003 05:52 AM
"Cats cats cats!" to quote Fievel (American Tail)
Yeah. I had a cat thing going this past week, too.
Posted by: Da Goddess at June 17, 2003 06:32 PM
Oh man! Cats. Spies from The Other Side.
Spike has discovered that Da Goddess and I are passing secret messages back and forth, cleverly disguised as such mundane things as grocery lists, school flyers and bills.
She waits until we're asleep, then she proceeds to shred the secret communications in to a million little pieces...completely destroying any evidence of our dastardly plans.
Posted by: Greg at June 17, 2003 06:44 PM