Everyday, Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzibutt, Adventure Cat devotes himself to a project; to teach his daddy to be more patient and keep the comforter edge lifted up and not rush Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzibutt, Adventure Cat into making a decision as to if he will or not . . . or will . . . . or not . . . . jump up and expect to be tucked in, or teach his baby brother, Prince Hopper Bobber, that it is elderly abuse if the little squirt beats him up!
This morning's project is to teach Momma (me!) not to be selfish. If I am brushing my hair I must stop! It is his intent to get it through my head that all brushing with MY hair brush should be of HIS luxurious fur! If I am trying to comb the knots in my hair out carefully so I don't lose anymore hair, I must stop! All combing must be of Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzibutt's sleek fur, not mine because that's selfish! Or if he is in another room (and this is creepy!) and I need to scratch my back with my back scratcher, he comes running in jumps into my lap and presents himself. I am supposed to be scratching HIS back with the scratcher--not human hands, the scratcher, please. Anything else is selfish!
And since this is Wensd ay morning, I dig out my Trulicity injection pen, and . . . . WAIT . . .WAIT . . . WAIT! Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzibutt, Adventure Cat doesn't know what it is, but he is certain it belongs to him! So. I'm supposed to get busy doing whatever that thing does, and "why won't you let me into your lap?!?!?!?!?" he meows!
H''s just trying to teach me not to be selfish!
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they do want to train us how to care for them....it is cute what and how they do things to try to teach you....enjoy them ..they are cute and fun companions...take care and be safe ....lots of love and happiness...
Ah yes, the animals who share their lives with us. The minute I was out of bed this morning, Molly came running, jumped up and curled up. It's a damp rainy morning, so her arthritic hip is bothering her. Probably because yesterday she found a rabbit hiding in a brush pile, forced it to flee and gave a good chase, forgetting her arthritis for a bit. But as I know all too well, the cost of overdoing it one day comes due the next. When she gets up, I'll change the bed and air the blanket, since my philosophy is to let sleeping dogs lie.
Oh, I do understand. I joke about how Mr. Johnathon T. Fuzzi butt is always afraid I'll freeze to death if I throw off the covers in the middle of the night, so he'll cover me instead. But it finally dawned on me that HE wants MY body heat to keep HIM from freezing to death.
Long ago, when I was married, we had two cats who liked to sleep on the bed on top of us. Gradually, as the hours passed, the cats would sink down between us, gradually moving us farther and farther apart, until by morning we were both clinging to an edge of the bed and the cats were sprawled in the middle. No one ever fell out of bed, but the possibility was always present. Many years later, I had a cat who spent winter nights inside. She too liked to be on the bed. There were countless times I awoke in a panic, struggling to breathe, only to realize it was the cat, sleeping on my face. She was a cat who didn't really like me, but she sought the warmth. Somewhere, I also have a photo of her as a kitten sleeping that way on one of the dogs, who was too terrified to move. That little cat was boss!
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