Cat\’s Eye View

Humans are so weird, they get set in their ways and start thinking of everything as theirs.

Ma and Da each have their preferred seats in the living room and the place they usually sit at the dining room table. I have decided it’s time to upset the apple cart.

I, being a cat,c an make anything into a place to sleep. I have my big bed, whcih sits on the futon close to where
Ma works—so I can reach out and snuggle her if I want–my baskets on the trable (Ma tried once to have fruit in them. Ha! These are kitty baskets), my bench by the bedroom window, my cat tree, my little bed in the bedroom floor, my mat in the kitchen, my mat in the bathroom and of course my widnow sills. Oh yeah, and the mysterious blue chair kitty claims the blue chair in the dining room as her kitty cave.

So, when they are looking for me, Ma and Da go through a routine, checking all of those places and the basement in case I am off hunting. Today, I decided to steal Ma’s spot. She sits at one end of the futon all the time. That’s where the laptop lives…remind me to rant about laptops and big blue buttons later–so that’s where Ma is most of the time.

This morning she got up and I was in her spot. She scratched my ears and I said hi, a sort of breathless clicking noise made with an open mouth, and then snuggled down further to take a nap.

You have to udnerstand how much Ma likes routine to understand the significance of the moment. She changed her whole morning to accomodate me, but I finally decided to give her the futon back…it hurts my bum.

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