My Bitch
I’ve got this guy pretty well wrapped around my finger. I’ve developed some killer strategies to get what I want.
If I stand by my bowl with a pleading look, the simpleton get’s a packet of food and puts it in the bowl. If I sit by the back door with my head cocked, he opens it for me. (Why there is such a thing in the first place that I can’t open is beyond my comprehension…)
Often when he’s putting things away I’ll just lie down on them to see if he will go off and do something else, most of the time he does. Occasionally he will put his head right up to mine and bump me. I have no idea what he is doing. I was very concerned at first because I thought he was going to take a bite out of me. I’ve learned that this behavior is harmless, but inexplicable. In an odd sort of way, I enjoy it.
When everything is said and done, I’m lucky. I pretty much have the run of this place and I have to admit, even when I think he has no clue, he ends up doing just what I had in mind for him. I’m a lucky cat. It’s truly a pleasure to have such a dumb being at my disposal.