BigCharles
11-19-2002, 08:17 PM
My girl cat, Fifi, makes us let her in and out through the door to the attached garage. This door has the pet door and the boy cat, Lamoni, goes through it just fine. He is huge and can barely squeeze through.
The dainty one wants us to open the door for her. When she meows by the door I come over and open it for her. She is so excited and watches the door handle as I turn it.
The other day I had let her out and in three times in the morning. I had let her in not five minutes earlier when I heard the famous OW-WOW meow that she does when she wants out. She was looking right at me. I saw those bright eyes and twiching tail.
"Damn it, girl! I just let you in."
She dropped her head and looked at the floor. Her tail drooped. She opened her mouth slightly and trembled her jaw. I heard a soft, low, moan. She's pouting.
"OK, Fifi. OK. Daddy will let you out." Tail high she trotted to the door and waited for me.
I over act around our cats. When they don't do something that I want them to do I let them see me cry. Lowered head, trembling jaw, clinched eyes, awful moaning - the works.
This is not the first time for something like this. Lamoni has learned to shake his head to say "no". He can't, or won't, nod. Now Fifi has learned to pout.
You know, of course, what this means? She HAS me.
The dainty one wants us to open the door for her. When she meows by the door I come over and open it for her. She is so excited and watches the door handle as I turn it.
The other day I had let her out and in three times in the morning. I had let her in not five minutes earlier when I heard the famous OW-WOW meow that she does when she wants out. She was looking right at me. I saw those bright eyes and twiching tail.
"Damn it, girl! I just let you in."
She dropped her head and looked at the floor. Her tail drooped. She opened her mouth slightly and trembled her jaw. I heard a soft, low, moan. She's pouting.
"OK, Fifi. OK. Daddy will let you out." Tail high she trotted to the door and waited for me.
I over act around our cats. When they don't do something that I want them to do I let them see me cry. Lowered head, trembling jaw, clinched eyes, awful moaning - the works.
This is not the first time for something like this. Lamoni has learned to shake his head to say "no". He can't, or won't, nod. Now Fifi has learned to pout.
You know, of course, what this means? She HAS me.