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Pierre: Wow, what’s that doing out there?
Pierre: Ashton, you might want to see this outside the window.
Ashton: * YAWN * See what?
Pierre: It’s a chicken nugget.
Ashton: A WHAT?
Mother Sandhill Crane: I heard you, cat! Junior, it’s time to go.
Junior: I’m going. I’m going.
Pierre: See you later, chicken nugget!
Junior: I don’t think so, kitty.
Pierre: The head peep was sick this week, which is why you haven’t heard as much from us as you normally would. Caring for her is a full time job for us, especially when Nurse Newton falls down on the job. But never fear, Pierre, Physician Assistant, is right there to make sure she gets better.
In case you ever need to take care of your human, too, I thought I would share the most important thing to do: watch your human closely. Every time your human opens her eyes, she should see your face. That always makes humans feel better.
This means you need to follow your human from room to room. I knew the head peep was really sick when she lay on the sofa and watched television. She hardly ever does that. But I was right there to keep a VERY close eye on her.
Taking care of your human is exhausting work. Lucky for me, the head peep was in bed a lot where we could both be comfortable while I watched her.
Thankfully, she is on the mend now. It never would have happened if I hadn’t taken such good care of her. All of that watching was hard work, but it paid off! I’ll be napping extra the rest of the week to make up for the hours I missed while doing my medical duties.dex: 8675309; display: none; cursor: pointer;”>Save
What big eyes you have, Pierre!
Pierre: This is my hunting face.
I’m hunting the red dot. It came out from under the ottoman and is trying to hide under the pillow on the sofa, but I know it’s there.
So close! I almost got it, but it moves fast.
Come back here, red dot! I’m not done with you!
Fine, run back under the ottoman where you belong, red dot. I can’t blame you for being afraid of a mighty hunter like me.
Ashton: You probably remember it was my fifth gotcha day a couple weeks ago. You’ll never believe what’s been happening since then, so I’m here to fill you in.
I was feeling really good on my gotcha day, so good I took my own collar off. I just love the feeling of wind in my neck fur, don’t you?
The head peep is a big believer in our wearing identification on our collars. So she picked up the collar and tried to put it on me.
Hey, I like to cuddle in bed with my favorite human at night as much as the next cat. I like to cuddle more than the next cat, because Newton doesn’t cuddle. But don’t use your grabby hands on me. Cuddling has to be on my terms, and this wasn’t cuddling. It was holding. I don’t do holding!
I used all of my claws and escaped, leaving the head peep bleeding. I probably would have felt bad about that, but she wouldn’t take no for an answer. This was war! A human and a kitty facing off in war isn’t really fair, because humans can move furniture. There should be a rule preventing that.
Whether I liked it or not, I ended up wearing my collar again. And the head peep went away to the bathroom to bandage her wounds. Maybe I feel a little bad about that now, but I didn’t at the time. I was one angry kitty.
If the head peep thought everything would just be forgiven after that, she had another thing coming. She had used grabby hands on me, and I wasn’t going to come anywhere near her! Well, except at meal time, when I would always show up but be sure to stay just out of reach of those hands.
Usually I sleep with the head peep every night. But not after that mistreatment! She would get up in the middle of the night to look for me and find me napping in the front window or curled up on my sofa in the sunroom.
But the one that really got her was that I let the manpeep pet me while I was on the cat tree, but if she approached, I would jump down and run away. I knew how to hold a grudge and make her feel it.
Finally, after thirteen days, I decided maybe I should forgive her. When she got out of the shower, I ran to the bed and asked for her to pet me. Would you believe she held back at first, not sure if I was just going to run away again? Humans can be so dense.
And of course, I came to bed that night. Right on time at bedtime, and I stayed there all night. After all, sleeping in less comfortable places wasn’t nearly as fun as cuddling all night.
So that’s the story of how long I can hold a grudge over having my collar put back on. The real question is what will happen the next time I take my collar off. Do you think the head peep will try to put it back on me?
I don’t think so.
