I Wanted A Cat. Instead I Got A Dog Who Meows.
This is Harley.
If you’ve read my blog in the past, you may recall that she wandered into our house and adopted us.
She still lives here. I luuuuurve her. I kind of forget what it was like to not have a cat. Except I kind of don’t have a cat. I kind of have a dog.
Dogs want to interact with you all the time. it’s not their fault, they’re pack animals. they want to interact with and maintain the relationships within their pack. Dogs are nice and all but those demands for attention become trying.
Cats are aloof, right? They want affection and attention when they want it and other than that and food dispensing, their attitude is roughly akin to “Fuck you. I’m a cat.”
Please allow me to narrate my day:
“Meow! Good you’re awake! Foods! Now foods are done more foods? No foods? Sigh. Fine. I’ll go look outside for a while.”
This is normal life with a cat. I was prepared for this. But this is is only her early morning behavior.
More of my day:
“Meow! Play with me! Meow! PLAY! Meow!”
Pounce on nothing, sprint around the house, run in the kitchen where she knows she’s not allowed.
“Meow! Play! Meow! Why are you not playing with me? Meow! PLAY WITH ME!”
Leap onto the chair and purr militantly for attention.
“What is that on your lap? Why does it get to be on your lap? I could be on your lap. See?”
Move, turn around, settle down to purring.
“This thing on your lap is in my way.”
“It’s still in my way.”
Slam kitty face against hands that are obviously busy doing something else.
Leap off of my lap and begin the sprinting, pouncing, yowling for attention cycle again. All. Day. Long.
This is not a kitten, folks. She is well beyond the ‘play all the time’ stage. She’s just obnoxious.
I love her so much!