What does freedom mean to you?
Anything but this:
Cat Daddy and I were lying in bed one morning, catching up on Match of the Day. Suddenly, he put down his cup of tea and said, “Nooooo!”
Me: “What’s wrong?”
Him: “Didn’t you hear it?”
Me: “What?”
Him: “The pitter-patter.”
Louis Catorze then jumped onto the bed and started screaming.
Me: “He’ll settle down soon enough.”
He didn’t. He walked up his papa’s body, bug-eyed and psychotic, headbutting Cat Daddy’s hands.
Me: “Just ignore him. He’ll soon settle down.”
Him: “That’s easy for you to say; you’re not the one getting the headbutts. Or the face. Oh God, the face.”
Me: “I’m telling you, he’ll get bored eventually.”
He didn’t.
Cat Daddy then decided that he couldn’t bear it any longer. “I can’t believe this. I’m being bullied out of my own bed!” he huffed, as he flung back the duvet, climbed out of bed and left the room.
Catorze didn’t quite achieve his aim of casting ME out of the bed so that he could have his papa all to himself, but he was still very happy to have warm space made available to him. So he settled in Cat Daddy’s spot, purring, rolling and thoroughly pleased with his efforts.
I’ve said this before and I shall say it again: we are pathetic for letting these felines treat us like dirt. And we’re doubly pathetic for knowing that it’s happening, yet doing nothing to stop it.
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A but of turnabout in Catorze tormenting his Daddy isn’t it ? Anything to throw a monkey wrench into the works.
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Oh yes, he’s all about stuffing things up!
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Some of us are put on this earth to serve, others don’t have pets and suit themselves in pursuits of entirely their own choice as and when they feel like it.
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Oh, to be one of those people who do what they like!
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Xenia has learned to control the dog. This morning she sent him to whimper by the door to get me up at 5:45 AM. when I stumbled down the stairs there she was waiting in the kitchen to be fed. the faithful hound went and sat behind her. In a year he’s gone from intimidating her to being her slave.
Just be grateful that Louis does not have a hound lackey tp dispatch on errands.
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Oh good grief, that’s both terrifying and hilarious!
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Poor both of you.
You can believe me, I sympathise with you.
😺😺
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There is no sound on earth quite like his screaming.
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Gary Lineker once said: Cats are like a simple game, and at the end, the cats always win.
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They do always win, but it’s our fault because we let them.
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We only let them win because anything else leads to misery. Ours not theirs.
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So they’re emotionally blackmailing us.
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Yes. And they have been since the first cat domesticated itself.
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Domesticated us, you mean!
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And we’re just having a hard time accepting this fact… Resistance is futile.
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It is, but maybe apply another layer of tin foil to that hat just in case!
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Cats do like a good warm spot in bed. I thought perhaps he was hoping for breakfast.
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Nope: just being a shite.
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That’s too funny. 🙂
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He is the WORST.
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Long live the king! 🙂
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He is a pain in the arse, but I do hope he will live long! 🌞👑
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This is too relatable 😭
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You too, huh? 🙄
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All of us. I have no doubt.
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