The Circle Of Life?
It's funny how a person can develop parental tendencies without actually being a parent....
I just came out of the bathroom and our youngest cat, Gizzy(a year at the end of this month), was sitting against the back of the couch sort of crouched down looking guilty. My spidey sense began to tingle. I stopped in front of her and stuck out my foot to rub her side.
"Why do you look guilty?"
"puuurrrr?"
"Huh? Why do you look guilty?"
We then played a 5 second game of 'how long can I rub you with my foot before you grab it and try to eat it?'
Then I came back to the computer desk and went to sit down.
And realized why she was sitting by the back of the couch crouched down and looking guilty.
I'm trying to quit smoking so I'm rationing my cigarettes. I had 2 sitting on the desk.
There was one on the desk when I looked just now, and not where I had put it.
I turned and looked at her and she had both of her front legs completely under the couch, back legs splayed out behind her, reaching desperately like that guy from The X-Files who could make himself fit through a 1 square foot heating duct.
She had stolen a cigarette and knocked it under the couch. I lifted the back of the couch to retrieve the cigarette and got the answer to a question that I posed to my husband last night.
There are probably about 100 pop bottle caps under the couch, another favorite toy of both of our babies.
And I made the connection between this incident and how when I was a kid, my parents almost always seemed to know when I had done something wrong.
Of course now that she has seen all the bottle caps under the couch, she has not stopped trying to get them out. She has circled the couch at least a dozen times and stuck any and all body parts that will fit underneath it in an attempt to hook one.
Poor kitty :P
Edit: As I pick up the cigarette to smoke it, I notice that my loving kitty has been kind enough to install several escape routes in the cigarette so that not all the smoke goes into my body.
She's always thinking of me...
I just came out of the bathroom and our youngest cat, Gizzy(a year at the end of this month), was sitting against the back of the couch sort of crouched down looking guilty. My spidey sense began to tingle. I stopped in front of her and stuck out my foot to rub her side.
"Why do you look guilty?"
"puuurrrr?"
"Huh? Why do you look guilty?"
We then played a 5 second game of 'how long can I rub you with my foot before you grab it and try to eat it?'
Then I came back to the computer desk and went to sit down.
And realized why she was sitting by the back of the couch crouched down and looking guilty.
I'm trying to quit smoking so I'm rationing my cigarettes. I had 2 sitting on the desk.
There was one on the desk when I looked just now, and not where I had put it.
I turned and looked at her and she had both of her front legs completely under the couch, back legs splayed out behind her, reaching desperately like that guy from The X-Files who could make himself fit through a 1 square foot heating duct.
She had stolen a cigarette and knocked it under the couch. I lifted the back of the couch to retrieve the cigarette and got the answer to a question that I posed to my husband last night.
There are probably about 100 pop bottle caps under the couch, another favorite toy of both of our babies.
And I made the connection between this incident and how when I was a kid, my parents almost always seemed to know when I had done something wrong.
Of course now that she has seen all the bottle caps under the couch, she has not stopped trying to get them out. She has circled the couch at least a dozen times and stuck any and all body parts that will fit underneath it in an attempt to hook one.
Poor kitty :P
Edit: As I pick up the cigarette to smoke it, I notice that my loving kitty has been kind enough to install several escape routes in the cigarette so that not all the smoke goes into my body.
She's always thinking of me...