I spend a lot of time with my animals, while they do talk back occasionally ~ for the most part we have a fine understanding that they rule my life, and I am nothing but a slave to their whims…
Today, while I was trying to work on a project, the cats developed a bad case of “play with me NOW” syndrome.
Little Cat, she will play with the tools I am trying to use ~ pen, paper, inkwell, knitting needle ~ and if I have a yarn project going, she will do her best to get the thing out of the bag.
Old Cat, she is a lot more subtle. She will hoist her largish self up on to the work table, and plop her (now) considerable mass right in the middle of whatever it is that I am doing…
It is so bad for Old Cat right now that she has to adjust her speed and height to offset her mass ~ more than once this week she has missed her targets by a fair bit … and yes, I ROFLMAO at her.
So… today ~
I’m working away at my table, and they begin the daily competition for my attention. Little Cat does her mad dash past my things, stealing a pen, or watching, and waiting patiently for me to drop something off the table. I oblige and drop her a pen ~
while she is chasing the pen about under my feet, Old Cat begins her run…relatively speaking…
**PLOP** O.C drops right in the middle of my drawing.
We stare at one another, she blinks malevolently, and looks away.
Me? I’m having none of that, and give her a poke ~ right in the hind end.
Nothing. no reaction at all…
**poke poke poke**
Holes worthy of a twilight vampire magically appear on my hand, and before I can think to smack her back…
The sumo of cathood makes a direct hit in the communal water bowl.
I’ve not had the pleasure of her company since… takes a long time to recover from such indignities don’tcha know.