I’m getting more used to this little tornado…
It’s awfully quiet around here on the weekends when the little tornado and the Hurricane are home with their parents. Even the mice seem to sigh with relief. I mean, they’re loud -(louder than a jet)- but I think they’re starting to grow on me a little – not that I’ll ever admit it to them, though. I have a reputation to maintain, you know.
The littlest tornado has grown up enough to learn that if my tail flips a certain way, or if my ears twist back, it’s time to back off. That helps me warm up a little, particularly since she always loves to feed me treats- and will beg the Can Opener to let HER feed me! (Hey, I’m a CAT- not an idiot).
She always wants to feed me every time I walk in and look at her and give her my special “Creature only” meow… you know, the long, LOUD meow that sounds like I’m dying of hunger and need food urgently to save my life. That’s the one. It works every time. MWAHAHAHAHA!!
BUT, she also loves to make coffee for the Can Opener and literally gets upset if the Hurricane – (the big Critter) – makes it for her, or if she makes it for herself. She always grabs another kcup and insists on “putting salt and pepper” in it. Of course, the human takes it and pretends its “the best cup of coffee ever”- and actually drinks the stuff. (Don’t worry- the “salt” & “pepper” are imaginary).
Speaking as the resident cat (the smartest one), I actually think it’s cute, and feel myself starting to get a little protective of the little headache.
That is, until she throws a lego at me, or tries to cut my whiskers, or feed me play-doh. Then, I head up to the highest perch I can find (unless I can get someone to let me outside).