My little Princess has been annoying the crapola out of me for most of the day. I am trying to play with the computer so she suddenly needs a cuddle or just attention. This is fine by me. But she won't sit still. She sits on the floor alternating between saying 'eek' and a pathetic 'meow'.
We played some sort of killing game earlier - Frankie looked on from the back of the sofa.
Last night I ignored her and she went to sleep on my printer. This was great until she managed to start the machine up and get it into doing scans.
My question is - cats drive us nuts so why do we love them? Anybody got a small wheelie bin that I can 'use'?
I have the same thing with Ria...everytime I start on my laptop....who has to
sit on my knee..going round and round, whilst I'm trying to read or type.
If I try and ignore her, she stands up on hind legs, whilst on my knee and
hits me on the side of my face, or forehead, loudly meaowing, in my face.
I don't know why we love them, they can be damned annoying, but so
lovable. x
Can Caspar go in that bin also? He has good day and bad days...mostly bad-when he spends all day howling,demanding food,being incredibly skittish,buzzing from room to room,giving me that wide-eyed 'get meeeeeee!' Then-while I'm in the shower,I can hear him and Sally 'killing' each other as they charge up and down the stairs,and bounce off the walls.
I see that this thread is in the newsletter - so there must be more than one crazy cat person on AB.
I have been in for about an hour and offered up some disgusting looking Whiskas - the jelly has been licked off and it is sitting in their bowls stinking out the kitchen. They usually win in the end. :-(
I remember a quote from somewhere, Saying: "dogs watch you work, cats sit on yuur work". So very true.
We wouldn't be without our two moggies, however annoying they can be at times. Looming in the dark just an inch away from he face, pestering for food when they know it's dinner time or asking for a cuddle just as you turn on the computer.
If you don't like it why are you owned by a cat. Stop griping, find it a new home where he/she will be loved to manner deserved, or give in gracefully and stop whinging.
Best wishes to all of you who have a feline "boss". As someone once said, "if you want the best seat in the house. You will have to persuade the cat to move". Aint that so true?
Reminds me of when I was self-employed, and I'd be sitting at the table proof-reading, and Basilcat would appear from nowhere, swipe at the pen and run off again. Eventually clients got used to me sending back sets of proofs with wild red scribbles every few pages.
It's amazing how often 'It was the cat' does actually work as an excuse.
I found reading a book or newspaper, or trying to do a crossword, resulted in the cat suddenly becoming affectionate and sitting on the book or newspaper. Removing her had no effect as she just came straight back. But I'd give a lot to have her still annoying me.