Thursday, May 13, 2010

Who, me?

Nope, I didn't wake Reethi up at 4.15am, by putting a paw in her nostril.

I didn't walk all over her stomach until she got out of bed at 5.30am.

I didn't insistently clamour for treats when she crawled into the kitchen, looking for coffee.

Who, me?

Nah, I'm just sleeping in the sun.

Postscript from Reethi: If I treated humans with the patience I treat this cat... I'd be a saint. Biscuit gets away with *everything*, and she never even gets yelled at. Instead, I take adoring pictures of her, and write blog posts on her behalf. Ugh. I disgust myself.


Josie said...

Isn't it amazing how we will do things for our fur babies we would never do for humans? Stand on my windpipe while I'm sleeping, vomit on the bed, chew our cuddle and a bit of a purr and all is forgiven. My fella, a previous cat hater, now rings me at work just to tell me when the girls do something cute!

anuradha said...

OMG!What patience!!!Amazing......

Lilian said...

They can get away with murder, can't they?!
No matter how much they sometimes irritate you, at the end of the day you just gótta love them!(I do!)

Summerset said...

LOL! She's quite a feline!