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My mom is smart, she is a "getter", yeah........ she gets it. I tried to give her the subtle hint about this business of another cat sleeping on the bed (who cares if they were here first?) by not coming to bed at night- So, last night I virtually PUT MY PAWS DOWN!
I got up on the dresser and stared at her, then I walked in front of the TV (she's always watching that thing at night, late) and what finally got the message across was when I laid down on the floor and ignored her. Oh, she tried that nonsense of picking me up and bringing me to bed (when are humans ever going to learn that doesn't work?) and of course, I got right back on the floor. You see, that blob of a cat that they call "Bob", who is extremely vocal (geez, what a whiner) was bedded down at the foot of the bed and wouldn't budge.
I won't have it, period. That bed is mine and my mom's. I sleep right next to her on my own blanket and I will not have any other occupants in that bed as long as I'm around!
She finally got the message when she let the blob out early this morning. Then, I got into bed, right next to her, on my blanket and all was right in my universe. I can tolerate that old, geriatric cat they call "Lilli"- she's wise enough to sleep in her own bed on the hamper. Oh, she comes and snuggles with mom for a bit at night, but prefers to get into her own bed after they get their snuggling over with. Lilli isn't going to be around that much longer and hey, she is 20 years old, so I can cope with her, especially given the fact I give it my best shot at harassing her at least 4 times a day. That always gets my mom away from whatever she's doing...... *meow*
A few days ago, I went with mom to Chloe's house. For those of you that don't know, Chloe is an older, uh, heavy, gray cat that absolutely detests my presence, but she likes to eat my food, so I make it a point to use HER litterbox. Mom had some things to do there and that guy from the store where she has taken me was (I think he lives there) was there with us. He's always trying to pet me, too. The woman who lives there is really nice, she's tolerable, but that man, I dunno- he keeps sticking his face into mine and I'm much more interested in nosing around that house than allowing him to fawn all over me. Silly humans!
We were there for a long, long time that day- so long I finally started enjoying myself. I don't think she was too impressed, either. Because the next day, she left me at home!!!! I heard her tell someone on the phone that "I got too comfortable" or something to that effect. Bitch.
At least I got her straightened out on who owns the bed.
I got up on the dresser and stared at her, then I walked in front of the TV (she's always watching that thing at night, late) and what finally got the message across was when I laid down on the floor and ignored her. Oh, she tried that nonsense of picking me up and bringing me to bed (when are humans ever going to learn that doesn't work?) and of course, I got right back on the floor. You see, that blob of a cat that they call "Bob", who is extremely vocal (geez, what a whiner) was bedded down at the foot of the bed and wouldn't budge.
I won't have it, period. That bed is mine and my mom's. I sleep right next to her on my own blanket and I will not have any other occupants in that bed as long as I'm around!
She finally got the message when she let the blob out early this morning. Then, I got into bed, right next to her, on my blanket and all was right in my universe. I can tolerate that old, geriatric cat they call "Lilli"- she's wise enough to sleep in her own bed on the hamper. Oh, she comes and snuggles with mom for a bit at night, but prefers to get into her own bed after they get their snuggling over with. Lilli isn't going to be around that much longer and hey, she is 20 years old, so I can cope with her, especially given the fact I give it my best shot at harassing her at least 4 times a day. That always gets my mom away from whatever she's doing...... *meow*
A few days ago, I went with mom to Chloe's house. For those of you that don't know, Chloe is an older, uh, heavy, gray cat that absolutely detests my presence, but she likes to eat my food, so I make it a point to use HER litterbox. Mom had some things to do there and that guy from the store where she has taken me was (I think he lives there) was there with us. He's always trying to pet me, too. The woman who lives there is really nice, she's tolerable, but that man, I dunno- he keeps sticking his face into mine and I'm much more interested in nosing around that house than allowing him to fawn all over me. Silly humans!
We were there for a long, long time that day- so long I finally started enjoying myself. I don't think she was too impressed, either. Because the next day, she left me at home!!!! I heard her tell someone on the phone that "I got too comfortable" or something to that effect. Bitch.
At least I got her straightened out on who owns the bed.
That damn Chloe. Never wants to share her house with my kitty either.
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