Please tell my cats that. . .
We will be happier the next day if they pretend to cuddle up for the night. The minute I fall into TEM sleep, deciding to start scratching on the rug near the bed and zooming around the room does not make for a well rested me.
I could spend more time with them if they didn’t sit on my computer keyboard. Gently pushing them off the keyboard does not constitute quality time.
Although they seem to enjoy smelling each other’s butts, I am not interested. Backing into my nose is not a love gesture.
They have to train me often to not forget that their water bowl should not be near their food bowl. They don't like food getting into their drinking water. (Even though it all goes down to the same place.) One of these days, I will get it right.
Clawing the side of my sofa instead of using their expensive three- tiered scratch post does not lead to a “good kitty.”
Although you have a perfectly good kitty door, you never seem to eliminate the hair you’ve been licking for hours, outside. I am running out of paper towels.
Disappearing for hours at night is bad for my heart.
Your daily inside game of Hide and Seek may be fun for you, but it stresses me. I worry that you might be stranded behind something or marooned in a wall. Although you eventually come out of hiding, rub my leg and purr as if nothing happened, I still worry.
Should I follow your cues that the people you run away from are bad and the ones you cuddle up to are good? Before I make that decision, I’m checking if they have any cat treats in their pockets.
I love when you jump on my lap, even when I am busy with projects. Thank you for reminding me what’s important.
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