It's getting on toward dinnertime, and here I sit, typing at the computer. Striker is staring at me with big soulful eyes and meowing pitifully. When that didn't work, he started sharpening his claws on my leg. Excuse me while I go feed the cats.
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It's getting on toward dinnertime, and here I sit, typing at the computer. Striker is staring at me with big soulful eyes and meowing pitifully. When that didn't work, he started sharpening his claws on my leg. Excuse me while I go feed the cats.
I recognize that routine! I get lots of headbumpies, too. But, the claw thing gets me going right away!
:D I can relate to that... I get that "Poor Pitiful Me" look with that pitiful "Meeeeeew"!
I get that even when the Dishes cannot possibly have any more Food put into them.
They want the attention,I think more than they need the Food,I think.
Striker, you just have to do, what a kitty has to do when it comes to dinnertime. I have had my legs used as a scratching post many times.
But you have to forgive meowmie, because sometimes when we get on PT, we seem to lose track of time.
:D
Yes, even though cats can't speak English, they sure do learn how to communicate with us. :D