LOOKING UP AT ME WITH THOSE BLACK LITTLE EYES...
She lays there as though she hasn't a care in the world. Well...and why should she ~ after all ~ she has someone else to feed her ~ give her fresh water ~ pat her on the head and brush her when she needs it...and even clean out her...ahem...TOILET!!
What more could a "person" ask for...
She is spoiled ~ rotten ~ and knows it. She dwells on it ~ EXPECTS IT ~ and then runs away as though knowing all this means not a single thing to her.
Her attitude has always been one of complacency and indifference ~ much like some friends of mine ~ maybe even family members ~ but..I DIGRESS.
She will disturb those around her as though it is natural for her to do ~ and will chase and pounce and cause growling and guttural tones out of the other two like I have never seen. Her behavior is that of a spoiled child ~ but then can turn on the charm when she decides it is time to play.
Not one for much cuddling ~ she does have her moments. Like how she will get one of her hundreds of toys ~ bring it to me in her mouth ~ whining while carrying it ~ and drop it at my feet; this means I am supposed to pick it up, toss it down the hallway so she can retrieve it ~ sometimes, mid-air ~ and return it to me while trotting back to me, drop it at my feet and begin the process all over again.
If I go into my office and close the door ~ she is on the other side ~ crying and whining...and then begins to knock on the door ...then if that is not enough, she begins to slam herself against the door ~ all the while crying and shrieking in this hopeless tone ~ waiting for me to run and open the door.
If, by some chance I don't get her to stay on the other side, she will scurry in ahead of me ~ with her butt wagging all the while ~ leading me in while my feet touch her hind legs and she leads the parade. She stops along the way to give one of those "S" stretches ~ as though to indicate this is how it is going to be...and in my time and on my terms.
I give her a quick soft boot to hurry her along...and she runs to the chair and places her feet on the keyboard...as though she knows how to write anything.
Actually ~ that's a bit scary because I DO expect her one day to be seated here, pencil in mouth ~ playing Tile Towers with Webkinz ~ or Stack-able Scrabble ~ and winning, at that.
Yes ~ it is SOPIE ~ the WONDER CAT! Her antics still amaze me ~ and her playful ways are sometimes more than I want to handle for the day. Every time I clean out the litter boxes ~ she is there...WAITING...to make her mark in an instant...
One good thing ~ I have stopped buying all those expensive toys for her ~ because she truly loves one single toy ~ and those are the pipe-cleaners I get from the craft stores. I take one out, wrap it in a circle ~ and she will play forever with these. Simple ~ unpretentious ~ small cost ~ and a miracle that I found out how she loved these.
My french doors to the laundry room ~ she always opens them. I close them...she opens them...I close them...she opens them...er...you get the picture.
I cat-proof the house when I am going ~ because I know how she is.
And...forget sitting on the porch in the mornings to hear the day begin ~ and drink my coffee. She is on the other side having a hissy-fit...so now I crack open the door just a bit ~ take a seat in the porch chair and let her come on out for a while.
Peace on both sides...but she always wins.
How not to...is a wonder to me.