((as mused to me by my temperamental cat, while she meows her complaints before curling on my lap))
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Where to hide? All my old haunts now ruled by a three-year old intent on playing with me. But all I want to do is wander about, lay in the sun, chase a laser light and not be touched. I'm not a kitten, after all, and never did go for all that huggy, touch-feely stuff the other cats seemed to adore. Where did all the other cats go, anyway? They disappeared. IF they were still here, the pressure would be off of me to present a patient appearance, while being chased, petted and given unwanted attention. I'm fifteen - isn't there some rule about giving elders more respect?