Ungrateful Caturday

My cats have decided I’m merely a person who feeds them and rewards them for existing with expensive treats, which they think they should receive every few hours, so long as I’m working and they can annoy me. And they’ve taken to jumping on my head and screeching if they aren’t fed by 8:00 a.m.

As I type this, they are both standing near a mostly closed door, peeking in on me. If I move, so do their heads. This goes on for hours. I’ve become human furniture that requires regular cat spies. Next time, I’m ordering cuddly cats.

Black Cat Appreciation Day 2020

Black Cat Appreciation Day is every day, especially if you’re the owner of a majestic #BlackCat.

As my #ChocolateCoveredEspressoBean gets closer to being seven (WTF?! She was JUST a tiny kitten.), I look back on all of the good memories. She’s a sweet little girl, but she’s also smart, perceptive, innovative, and an excellent companion. She pays so much attention to everything people do, and she communicates without meowing most of the time.

Quarantine has turned her into a scheduled cat who will spend 16 hours with you, so long as you rub her belly, scratch her head, feed her on time, and don’t miss, “treat time” for ANY reason. If she’s in your lap, don’t move or talk to people via the Internet because she will put herself right into the camera. Everyone gets excited when there are cats on these things, especially when the cat is clearly putting on a show. More people, to her, means more love.

We love you, little one. Not just today, but every day. You’re such a blessing.

#BritishBombay #BlackCatOwner #CatLove #CatLife🐱😸😻😸🐾🐾🐾🐾