Herding Cats
Jun 14th, 2008 by Kris
Current Mood:
Annoyed
On the list of things I will never understand is WHY my cat decides that the food bowl area is where he MOST wants to be at just the point when I decide it needs cleaning/sweeping.
Sylvia was mrowing that his water bowl was low. I noticed it looked kinda skank, so I decide to rinse both bowls out and refill them. I figured that while I was at it, I might as well shake out the towels that sit underneath them and sweep up the dropped bits of dry food, dust bunnies etc that gather there.
The very second I decided to do this, Sylvia ran over in record speed (which I will never understand since he hobbles the entire rest of the time due to arthritic back legs) and smushed himself against the wall in the very area I’m trying to clean out.
I tried to shoo him away with the broom and he flattened himself on the floor refusing to budge. I tried gently pushing him off to the side with my foot. He dug his claws into the floor and would not be swayed. I fussed at him to move and he looked at me and went "MROW!" which I think is to say "Hell No, We Won’t Go!" (I suspect I have the only politically motivated cat on the planet) Finally I picked him up by the scruff of the neck and set him over to the side. Of course as soon as I picked him up, he managed to make every fiber of his being go completely limp so that when I set him down he stumbled backward letting out a pitiful whimper as if to convey the worst agony that could ever befall a cat was nothing compared to the agony he had just suffered.
FINALLY I got the area cleaned up and everything back in its proper place at which point he gave me a scolding I would not soon forget, and walked away without a second glance.
Sigh.