It’s hard work!
… but someone’s gotta do it
This is why I wish I were a cat. Eat, sleep, repeat.
That’s what they tell us …
In my next life, I’m coming back as one of my cats.
I meant Late Cat. He was excellent at lamp destruction. He broke 2 at once, and a Xmas tree, by knocking an entire table’s worth of items (including lamp #1, the ginger jar) off and onto lamp #2, the oxblood, which was temporarily resting on the floor awaiting a shade replacement.
Oh dear, I’ve heard of Labs clearing off the table…
He was such a sweetie. I loved him and I miss him very much. I do have a new boy who is very sweet, but Izzy was a joyful force to be reckoned with. He never met a person he didn’t immediately love. The destruction was just his side gig.
Our chonk does this, although of course we’re never under the illusion that he wants to go for a walk
I never fall for it, but my PIC will cede his chair all the time
At night, Mrs. P and I sit on the couch watching TV. As soon as I get up to go the the bathroom, our cat Gucci slips into my seat and refuses to get up when I return I have to lift him up kicking and screaming (like I have some nerve removing him from his seat).
When Mrs. P gets up from her seat, our dog Matisse slips into her seat.
I guess they like a pre-warmed seat
Parker does that to BF whenever he gets up in the 2:30am-4:30am range to get a drink of water/use the bathroom. He’s a little dickens!
Chonk is even less subtle. If the staring down method doesn’t work, he will try to sneak in between the back of the chair and my PIC’s back. He’s such a rude lil mofo
Boy do I know that sneak-in-the-back move! They must teach that in Cat School.
I’ve had one of mine (the late Fat Boy Slim Shady, Alfalfa) roll off the back of the couch if I leaned forward to get something off the coffee table and plaster himself in between me and the couch back. And when I leaned back into him, he just squeaked. Such an eejit. But a lovable eejit.
I love it when you squash them and they squeak!! Payback!
I learned a new word, today!!
AKA Cat-echism.
I had a brief encounter with the lap cat version of Parker this afternoon:
Which lasted about 2 minutes before he decided he was settled enough to begin to put himself to bed for his evening nap: