Thursday, July 05, 2007

spoiled

I should really post this on my cat's myspace page, but let's not be crazy.

Craig & I are sitting in the living room. The cat's favorite box has long been in the bedroom. We hear the rustling of paper (he's a cat - of course there is paper in his favorite box!) and a small "mew."
More rustling and another small "mew."

Craig: "I think the cat crapped in his box."
me: "No he didn't. We wouldn't crap in his favorite box." but I got up to check anyway.

Mecru had made himself a pillow out of the paper and was using it to rest his head as he looked longingly into the living room. I can read his mind, so I knew that the cat was conflicted because he wanted to be in his box, but he also wanted to be hanging out with us.

So I picked up the box with the giant cat inside and brought it to the corner of the living room.

No more mewing, no more rustling, just content stares from a puddle of a cat.


I wish my life was so tough that my biggest source of uncomfort was wanting my favorite place moved and then having someone actually do it.

9 comments:

DangerDoll said...

That's it. I'm calling the SPCA. You're done for, you feline-abusing mean girl.

Now, go kiss that kitty's furry butt some more!

super des said...

Ew I don't want to kiss a cat butt.

SUEB0B said...

He is a fine, big boy.

jessabean said...

The things we do...I'd do the same thing!

I'm the type to arrange my legs in such a way that the kitty has plenty of room and is comfortable when we go to sleep. Sick.

Brillig said...

That's it. I want to be a cat. All this having to do stuff for myself (and everyone else) has gotten old...

Mitch McDad said...

That's actually pretty cute. I no longer hate cats. :)

MsLittlePea said...

So cute.

Working Girl said...

I think your cat might be my second cousin...

super des said...

wg, are you a cat? Because that would make your blog more nonsensical.

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