Warning: Post filled with reference to cats and cat photos 🙂
So let me tell you my story. The owner of this blog decided to leave me with a shipful of cats and a dog while she was away traipsing all over the place. Actually, it was her annual home visit, but I was excluded from the trip. Not that I mind. Airplanes give me a headache and my heart can’t handle the pressure.
So there I was surrounded by cats (or so they claim to be) of different shades and hues. Of course, none of them were as cool as me. I am after all the ultimate cat.
And then they expected me to socialize with these so called cats. I refused. Kit Kit does not socialize with common cats. Besides for a long time, I had the impression that I was the only cat in the world. I can make peace with the fact that I’m not, but how can she possibly expect me to socialize with theseâ€¦ common things?
Popsicles in particular was very insistent. He would come into my room and sit patiently for hours waiting for me to come down from my perch. You see, I had found this nice place right on top of an eight foot shelf. There’s no way anyone could get to me up there.
He tried this trick everyday. I wasn’t about to give up. He refused to give up trying to get my attention. He’ll just have to try harder. But he’s a persistent cat, I have to give him that.
Then there were these little kittens Biff and Logie running all over the place and tripping over stairs and imaginary obstacles. That is way uncool. Grow up already.
There were also these 2 who had been rescued by my host from her school. They looked alike and they’re probably the same family.
Anita fawned over the persian – Lady. I didn’t quite like that at all.
In fact, she fawned a little too much over most of them. I didn’t like that either. What was so special about them anyways? What did they have that I didn’t?
Polly, I must admit was quite pretty. She had the loveliest eyes. I could possibly extend a paw of friendship the next time I go there.
Then there was Calliope and Razor who loved cuddling up and sitting on everyone’s laps. I hate it when they do that.
Frankly, there were just too many of them for my liking. I sulked seriously for 2 days after I came home and I’m hoping Anita gets the message : that I’m a special cat. My hosts were rather nice though. They did come and try and make friends with me a few times. But I was not about to lose my reputation of being a snooty cat.
And I am not even going to comment on the dog.
Anyway, I am happy to report that I am back at home now. Away from the curious eyes of Popsicles. Though, I must a little grudgingly admit that I’m beginning to miss all the attention he gave me.
I think I’ll just take a cat nap.