Really Now

My cat, Serenity, had been meowing at me for the past 15 minutes while I was busy doing something on the internet. It was her, “I need your attention right now, please” meow but I still have to guess what she wants.

I started the whole game off by telling her to come up on the bed if she wanted some attention. No. She refused. I checked to see if her water and food dish were full. Yes, I can see from my bed that they are. I went to grab her and put her on the bed thinking this was one of her bad days where she just didn’t have it in her to jump up there. She ran.

So I ignored her for a little bit.

She was relentless.

Sigh, I’m never going to get anything done with her incessant meowing so let’s figure this out once and for all. She meowed, I asked, “What?” She meowed, I asked, “What?! What do you want?!” She meowed, I sighed, got up, walked towards her, she ran.

Forget it. I’m not playing this, I’m busy.

She stopped, turned and looked at me as if to say, “Why aren’t you following me?”

I sat back down on the bed, she came back over and began meowing again. ::maniacal laughter:: She is driving me crazy. I’m going insane. I’m laughing hysterically for no good reason. Gah!

I got up again, she ran. I said, “That’s! It! What! What is so necessary to show me right this very second!? WHAT!?”

She ran all the way to the cardboard box sitting on the floor by the front door.

Periodically, when I get something shipped, I’ll keep the cardboard box for awhile and some of the packing materials, (in this case brown paper), for the cats to play in. They love it. I had just purchased a computer cooler and it was delivered last week so the box is still in my living room, with the paper packing. Serenity has been sitting in this box for days on end.

I came to discover that the reason she was meowing her head off was to inform me of something about that box.

She ran all the way to the cardboard box sitting on the floor by the front door. I followed. She stopped at the box, looked in the box and looked up at me. You see, there was another cat in the box and she was telling me to get that cat OUT of the box so that she could sit in it, thankyouverymuch.

The other cat leaped out of the box when I looked at Serenity and said, “Are you kidding me? You brought me all the way over here to kick Blondie out of the box so you could have it?! Entitlement much?”

She is now sitting in the box, contentedly, ensconced in the brown paper packing material.

I’m so glad she’s not spoiled.

(Don’t worry, Blondie got snacks, secretly, for willingly coming out of the box)

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