Pudgy has a way of speaking very loudly when she wants something. Not in words, of course, but in the language of cat.
For instance, if I’m not awake at a time she deems necessary for her breakfast needs, she’ll stick her wet nose on mine and wait. If that doesn’t rouse me she’ll walk across my chest…repeatedly. It’s shocking how a nine pound cat can feel like ninety pounds. The amusing part is she acts surprised when I cry out, “PUDGY!†It’s as though she’s saying, “Oh! Did I wake you? That certainly wasn’t my intention. But, um, as long as you’re awake…â€
This morning I failed to initiate a game we routinely play. I ball up a tiny piece of paper and toss it on our bed. Pudgy leaps after it and “chases†it under the pillows. Eventually I have to dig it out and re-toss it for her pleasure.
Since I was in a hurry, I completely forgot to wad and toss. Pudgy jumped up on top my dressor and knocked a stack of paper on the floor. Then she glared at me with a “Watcha going to do about it?†look.
After cleaning up the mess, I crumpled and tossed. Pudgy jumped, cavorted, and restored peace in our world. It was the best part of my day.
