The weather in our neck of the woods is miserable – cold, drizzly, freezing rain, fog.
It has caused the fuzzy little felines at our house to act even more abnormal than usual.
Miss Maizy (see photo above) comes charging out to the front yard as soon as she hears our car pull in the driveway. She barricades the front door, refusing to let us in, and loudly lets it be known that she is
1. starving to death
2. freezing to death
3. annoyed that we have let the above situations occur
Drooley, aka The Heinous Cat, does not voice his displeasure with us. He is much more subtle with his complaints.
It starts with a cold, steely glare in the kitchen window. If we ignore that, he moves to the patio door where he sits staring at us with narrowed eyes and twitching what remains of his left ear. He will then curl up in a sad little ball and pretend he is going to freeze to the door mat. At this point, Captain Cavedweller will take pity on him and open the door to pet him. Seeing an opportunity to escape into warmth, the cat will race on and plop himself down on the rug by CC’s chair. Flopping onto his side, he waits for the head and tummy rub that is sure to come.
CC is so easily manipulated by the felines. And they know it.
They have to work a little harder to get me to do their bidding. Although Maizy knows if she sits in the kitchen window and looks at me with big, sad, eyes it won’t take long for her to get what she wants.
Maybe I need to take a few lessons from the cats to use on CC…
She Who Has Crazy Cats