She shouted at me and then I didn’t feel like eating my meal, so I sucked all the juice up and left the dry meaty chunks. I was just flexing my claws when she tried to test if my Snugglesafe was still warm, and then she shouted at me, probably because blood was spurting from her finger. She put a band aid on it.
Then she had to go to her writers group, where she didn’t give me the author’s credit for the last piece of writing I helped her with. It was accepted for publication.
I leaped into the sink a few times when she got home. She said I had to eat all my gravy chunks, as they had the kelp medicine on them for my teeth. I am disgruntled and she is waving her finger around with the band aid on it. We had better finish up the day.
Shouting and clawing
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3 comments on Shouting and clawing
3 responses to “Shouting and clawing”
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Oh my. It does sound a bit rough in your house at the moment… just keep reminding yourself, she's hoomin, you must be the bigger species here.
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She's only human, Sasha. If only they could be more like us cats!
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Just imagine what would happen if we insisted our beans eat food they didn't like. They'd scream bloody murder!
Where we live, insisting children eat food they don't like is considered a form of abuse! It should be the same for kitties!
