Today, (it is still Tuesday for another 4 minutes), today it was the yellow pack. Yesterday it was the tuna, today the chicken so I expect tomorrow it will be the ocean delight.
I know what she really wants. That expensive canned stuff she was eating before I gave her a warm bed cuddled on my chest with her head tucked under my chin. Fancy Feast it was called. I can still see my face, (well not literally, but how I imagine I looked), when I saw what the neighbor lady was feeding a stray cat. I was in shock! Then I found out the neighbor Lady had 4 cats of her own and she was feeding them all fancy feast. I didn't tell the woman she must have more money than brai.... well never mind, I shouldn't have thought it either. It wan't a nice thought. I can promise you one thing, I am too smart and too poor to buy a cat expensive canned food with a name like fancy feast. An appropriately named food for a Queen I suppose, but that was before her Coronation when she was still a peasant.
I welcomed a new client today. I'm a kinesiologist and practice trigger point massage and reflex testing. It's really quite fascinating and I was really excited about working with someone new. It's especially fun to treat someone new because it's like searching for all the pieces to solve a puzzle. I welcomed the woman into my home, and hung her coat in the closet. When I turned around, there was Queen Cat shamelessly begging for attention from this new person.
"I'll shut the cat in another room," I said in apology.
"Oh goodness no," said the client. "I love cats and this one is so beautiful and sweet." She went on to praise her, (the cat), pretty coloring, she was holding her and making kissy sounds. Suddenly I realized the lady's hand was petting longer strokes. "NO", I said, trying not to raise my voice too much. "If you pet her hind quarters and back legs she will bite you," I showed her the fading bite marks on my arm.
"Ohhhhhh noooooooo, this pretty little baby is too sweet to bite." She was cooing like she was actually talking to a baby. Baby talk to a cat!
"She likes scratched under her chin", I said as I watched her pet the cat's hind legs and paws. Do you think that cat grabbed that woman's hand? Not once! Instead she looked adoringly up at her face and snuggled her head under her chin. The lady finally set the cat on the floor so we could proceed with the treatment. Secretly I was feeling kind of smug because she put the cat down before the paw came up to touch her cheek.
Cat watched every move while the client was lying on the table. When she sat up, didn't that cat jump right up into her lap again. I was patient while the two of them had their little snuggle session and said good bye.
After the lady left, the cat was sitting on the table meowing. Wanting a little snuggle time for myself, I picked her up and sat in the rocker with her, cooed to her in baby talk, praised her coloring, made kissy noises, I actually did kiss her on the top of her head. Well, she was having. none. of that. from me. She wriggled out of my arms, jumped down from my lap and went to sit in the window. She ignored me the rest of the day until she pooped. Then she came meowing to me to do the scooping and get her the treats. She ate some of the dry cat food I purchased at the dollar store, drank some water then sat on my chest while I was sparking.
**ooops we fell asleep Guess you could say we had a cat nap. Now there will be no more sleep this night. This will be a good time to plan some meals and make up a shopping list. I wonder if it's cheaper to buy Fancy Feast by the case?