posted by Evi on Apr 26
Over the years the Smooch has trained me in other ways. For example, he’s trained me to keep him company when he eats. He’ll head toward his food dish, stop, then look over his shoulder to see if I have enough common sense to realize he wants me to follow him. If I don’t, he’ll wait there and stare at me as if I’m daft. (I know, I know, you all probably think I am. I mean who else would write about being trained by a cat? And for those of you thinking dirty thoughts – don’t even go there!)
His favorite time to have me stand patiently and watch him eat is around 11:00 or 12:00 at night as I’m getting ready to go to bed. He’ll follow me to the bedroom, stare at me and slowly try to lead me to his food dish in the kitchen. Lately, though, I’ve started to assert my independence and go to bed instead.
After I’m in bed, either reading or having turned off the light, Smoochie Cat joins. He used to make himself comfortable near my feet so that I couldn’t move. Now before he does that he spends some time sleeping on the pillow between Bill and me so that if I roll over I have my face in his fur.
He’s also taught me to give him more room on the sofa. My sofa is a chaise longue and I stretch out on that when watching TV. That has also become Smoochie’s sofa. But instead of taking over an amount of space proportionate to his size, he stretches out across the whole thing, leaving me to hang my legs over the side.
You’re probably asking yourselves why the hell I don’t just kick him off. Well, he’s just too darn cute!
The Smooch on his sofa
May 6th, 2009 at 5:57 am
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