I swear, sometimes I walk around telling The Mews "its OK, nothing's wrong, just relax". I collect laundry to wash when they are napping on the bed, they leave. Marley won't use the litterbox if he can see me but Iza would use one while I was cleaning the one next to her. When Ayla wants to go outside, she circles away from me at the door before she goes out... If I reach out a hand to scritch Marley, he flinches at first and then loves the attention.
They love me when I am not moving... It's not like I step on tails or paws. I'm careful. Its not like I pick them up unwanted (well Ayla likes that and I do it when she asks). They come to me when I'm not moving. I understand I'm way bigger. But I am SO careful around them.
On the chair as The Lap, fine. In bed trying to fall asleep not moving, fine. Sitting at the table eating lunch and TRYING to read the newspaper? They are all over me then. They love me when I don't move.
Cats are endlessly strange and inexplicible. Is that why men love women and women love men? Not really understanding what to expect day to day?
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Don't you just love that cats are endlessly strange and inexplicable? Makes them sooooooo much more interesting than dogs! LOL
Megan
Sydney, Australia
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