I read this post by a guy who rants about his cat’s incessant meowing. He paints quite a picture and then I realize, this could be my wife’s cat. I’d claim the little guy as my own, but he nearly outweighs me. The signs are pointing to a cat conspiracy.
For us it begins at 2:30 in the morning. We make sure he has water and food each night before going to bed ourselves, but still he cries. It’s unsettling, too, how often he is standing in the middle of the hallway when I round the corner. As if he was waiting. I’ll be honest, sometimes I worry.
I’m convinced he’s smarter than I am. He meows while I sit at my desk and write. He wants out, so I let him out. Five minutes later he wants in. I’m not completely positive, but I think there is a tone to his cries…like laughter. It’s like I’m the pet and he’s the owner. I dunno.
I think the dog might be on to his scheme. She’s constantly trying to pounce on him. Bite him. She chases him down the hallway. I’ve never seen the tubby Tabby move so fast. Maybe it’s an act. Maybe they’re training. Nahhh…she’s man’s best friend. Right?
I often lie in bed and read. Without fail, the cat climbs onto my chest and pushes the book out of the way. It was cute at first. Now I see the signs. They don’t want us to be educated. But that’s not stopping them.
I have found cat hair on my chair, the keyboard’s warm, a web browser is minimized. Is it possible they communicate via Twitter? Ironic…
Beware their cunning indifference. I’ve walked outside to the driveway and on occasion found three standing together in a huddle. Plotting. They’re up to something.
The felines have…wait….
….shuuuuusssshhhhh…quiet. He’s coming down the hall…….I gotta go.