SubscribeDear Friends,
As mentioned previously, I am owned by three cats. In the case of at least two of them, I am only a secondary toy.
Being secondary has its advantages. If the EO is home, the Old Lady and the Queen ignore me outright and fight over who gets to sit on his lap. I only (usually) have to dodge the attentions of one cat “helping” with whatever project I’m trying to deal with at the time.
But Cats get into everything. All the time. We will be sitting in the living room and hear a rattle and thud from the kitchen. of course, by the time we get there with the “bottle of NO!” there is nary a cat to be seen – nor the leftover chicken, for that matter.
And they have an innate ability to recognize exactly when you are going to stand up to get food, use the facilities, or so on. And to just in that moment, launch their bodies like furry little missiles into your lap, anchoring you there, all the while purring dramatically, because you wouldn’t get up and disturb them when they LOVE you so much now, would you? (And at that point it doesn’t matter if you’re secondary most of the time. They LOOOOVE you. Right Now. Pet them.)