My cats are part of my family. They also perform a really important function…
…there presence allows me to talk to myself when I’m alone without feeling like I’m halfway to the nuthouse.
My cats pay their rent
When I’m alone I really do tend to chat almost constantly with the furry cushion sleeping on my legs. Despite the fact that mog is fast asleep and has his back turned to me, I’ll happily chatter away as I stroke his fur. Which is more than slightly odd as I wouldn’t ever consider chatting to my sleeping husband – I’m far more likely to find myself quietly plotting ways to dull his snores.
My cats pay their rent. They are my sounding board. They de-stress me just by being around. They never talk back or argue. They are easy to please and able to look me in the eye and purvey positive vibes. They are a cure. They really are.
I will wait!
They really do earn their keep. Not that they take a great deal of ‘keeping’ from my part mind you. I simply ensure their bowls are full of the dry pellets they eat (and love) and train the men around me to provide a constant supply of fresh water.
My cat (rather than my husband’s cat who tends to pop round when he needs five minutes of love then disappear again rather swiftly) will only drink from a glass. Preferably one that has been freshly topped up. Most particularily a glass that was filled for the pleasure of a human being… stolen water is much prized. However, he also has the ability to get my husband to refresh his water at will. He simply sits next to it and looks at me with an ‘I will wait’ expression. I will then pick up the glass, pass it to my OH, and point out that the cat is thirsty. The good man never hesitates. And, if he’s not around, my sons are also trained to respond in a similar fashion.
We all know which side our bread is buttered when it comes to the price of feline companionship.