Around our house, it truly is Caturday every day, whether we want it to be or not.
The two fur-balls really run the show. I would like to say solely through love and peaceful coercion but both Percy and Cliff Tarpey have been known to use brute force and destruction to get their way. I think they would probably dictate a mandatory parade, celebrating Caturday every day, if they thought that was within their power.
For instance, Cliff Tarpey was given some bottled water, not long ago. Although he had had bottled water in the past, it was this day that he seemed to decide anything other than bottled water was unacceptable. To make it clear, he knocks over any drink (of ours) until he is given the proper beverage. Taking all drinks hostage turned out to be quite an effective, but also aggressive, negotiating tactic. I mean, he only gets bottled water, now (cleaning up coffee spills is not fun, guys).
Even as a hostage-taker he is so adorable – his little, fluffy face and giant dime eyes, I just can’t resist his
demands charms. I am more than happy to be ruled by these meowing devils angels. Percy at least tries to balance out his toe attacks with plenty of snuggles. Wait. Do I have Stolkhom Syndrome? Maybe. I’m also fine with that.
Life B.C. (before cats) was boring and not cute at all. Sure, I didn’t have 100 micro-scratches, all over my body, B.C., but I also didn’t have cuddle-bugs to comfort me when I wasn’t well or pose for a million cat photos.