Jennifer and I have three cats. The oldest, Lucy, has been with Jennifer since she was a kitten. Now fifteen years old or so, she hasn’t been doing well as of late. She’s back to her old self, but she’s still not 100%; she had gotten so bad at one point that we were afraid we were going to lose her. Still, like I said, she’s bounced back.
Now, Jennifer disputes this story, but I figure it’s a bit amusing…
The past few days, before we leave for work or come home from work, we’ve noticed Lucy has been laying on the kitchen table. She’s not supposed to do so, but she’s been doing so anyway; we figure she’s milking the “I’m dying” thing for all of it’s worth. We’d tell her to get down off the table, and she just gives us this look as if to say, “What are you going to do about it?” The answer is that I immediately pick her up off the table and place her on the floor, admonishing her.
Well, I try to be very careful about not disturbing the cats when they’re laying on the bed when we go to sleep. Last night, while in bed, I got Darcy (another of our cats) off the bed after he angered Lucy. I tried to get comfortable, but after the scuffle, Lucy had decided to snuggle in right against me where I couldn’t move without rolling on top of her. Worse, the position I was in was very uncomfortable and it was either bother a sleeping Jennifer or possibly hurt the cat laying right up against my back. I spent quite a bit of time in that position, praying Lucy would get bored and get off the bed.
After a while, I turned and looked at Lucy. She looked at me, with an almost smug look on her face.
“Well played, cat,” I muttered.