There are few things I’m intolerant of in my life. (No, seriously.) One of those intolerable things is people who “hate” cats. Just because you were taunting your neighbor’s cat when you were eight and it scratched you (I’d probably do the same thing.) or whatever doesn’t mean you should lump all cats into the same category.
I dislike many white wines – but I don’t say I HATE them… People can dislike a movie they went and saw but not boycott every movie for the rest of eternity! Why all the hatin’ on cats?
Cats have unique and individual ways and means, and like people aren’t all compatible, not all cats are compatible with all people. Cats have their own set of rules, their own quirks, and their own personalities.
He moos instead of meows. He chases his tail. He doesn’t like to cuddle or sit in your lap but he loves to be in the same room with you. He’s the first to greet you when you walk in the door. He bumps-and-runs to say he loves us.
And he LOVES “helping” to change the sheets.
I try to be sneaky and hide fresh out of the dryer sheets under towels or other clothes. I smuggle them upstairs to the bedroom. I shut the door to make the bed in peace. But he always knows.
He has no interest in the fitted sheet. It must not be very much fun. But as soon as the flat sheet makes its way to the bed… He’s there. Appearing out of nowhere to… play?
Between the flat sheet and the fitted sheet, Turco enacts his own battle of sorts.
He waits for just the right moment to strike out against the helpless cotton.
As it gets tucked in and stretched over the bed he works hard to keep his little spot secure.
He bends, stretches, reaches, and makes the funniest gurgling growl/purr.
What is he thinking about under there? Is it like a kiddo playing “fort” in the living room?
Is he just being obnoxious and in the way, knowing that I fear his talons more than I want to get the bed made?
Who needs to be afraid of monster’s under the bed when this monster is hanging out IN the bed?
Once he thinks the sheets have submitted he retreats back into the depths of the gently scented cotton.
Only to appear on the other side of the bed ready to nest and take a snooze.
This one, on the other hand, is none too amused. I’m sure she thinks its juvenile to chase mythical sheet monsters and appaling to stand in the way of make-Martha-proud hospital corners. Look at that judgy face! I love it!