Anyone who has a cat knows how wily they can be when they want your attention.
My kitty, anointed with the name Dash the day we picked him up at the ASPCA, is now known as Boo, Boodette, Booder, Goosh, Gooshnogger, Nogger and other variations thereon.
He ( who I frequently forget is a he and so refer to as she) is temperamental and tetchy, try to pet him when he’s in a bad mood, I fear for my fingers. But when he’s feeling well-rested and well-fed, I am lucky to get a an Eskimo kiss on my nose. He’s also brilliant in his manipulative tactics to get me to rise from whatever I am doing, trot after him to fill his bowl with “cookies”, i.e. Science Diet Sensitive Stomach and Skin Adult Dry Cat Food and then watch him eat. For the past two years, he demands that I stand him over as he nibbles each nibble. A Google search indicates some cats do like to be/feel protected while they eat, a vestige of their days in the wild when they could be attacked at their most vulnerable moment. So our morning goes, he finds me, he eats, I watch, and finally it’s time for the AM nap. And then, I brush his little cat hairs from my drawing.
