Truth time: you are not a dog. Your attempts to persuade me otherwise are just plain pitiful. Have some pride. Do you own a leash? No! Will you wear a collar? No! Do you come when called? No you don’t! Your whining at the door demanding to be “walked” is a delusion on your part. Snap out of it!
Furthermore, I don’t appreciate your assertions to the contrary by taking matters into your own paws. It’s 11 o’clock at night and prying the screen door open while I’m out walking Sophie is just passive aggressive. It’s dark outside and I don’t particularly enjoy hunting around in the cold looking for you. I refuse to chase you around the house more than 4 times ridiculously whispering, “Here Snickers,” because we’ve already established that you don’t come when called. Which, is why you are not allowed out in the first place. See how this works?
Seriously cat, it’s been an hour and if you don’t show up in the next three minutes, you’re spending the night out. Oh, I know, break your heart. But you should know this means no midnight snacks and no Craig Ferguson for you. I’m through with this nonsense. I know I said that last night, but this time I mean it! If I wanted another dog, I’d get one. And at the pace you’re setting, that could happen sooner than later. Just sayin’.
owhh.. hehehe very nice picture of your tortoise shell. Its a female cat right? My sister has this theory that all tortoise shell cats are female
I’ve heard male Torties are very rare but do happen. However, it’s one of those things I’ve heard all my life so who knows about the validity of it! And yes, Snickers is a girl dog, er, cat. 😀 ~W
I am laughing my butt off! Yea, wish THAT could happen. But anyway, did Snickers make it in on time to spend the night inside or did the poor, little dogwannabe stay outside for the night? We have a similar, but slightly different problem with our hamster. We let her roam around the living room (I know it’s weird), but she likes to run behind the couch when she knows we are trying to put her back in her tiny cage. Lucky for us, we can move the couch, but still! 🙂
She did make it back in. Sauntered into the house like that was the drill. That cat! Your hamster cracks me up. It’s so cute. Sadly, it would be dead here. As both my “dogs” couldn’t be trusted. ~W
You’re playing into her plan nicely. Now that the weather is turning mild, she would LIKE to spend the night outside, esp. if you put a chair cushion somewhere on that beautiful porch- and leave her snack there, too. I wouldn’t go so far as plugging in the TV so she can watch Craig out on the porch but…It won’t bother her one way or the other if you stay up and worry.
I wouldn’t worry—except, when the gardener was here yesterday he discovered a coon family living near a tree we had removed. A mama and two babies. That spells disaster.Â Darn if she didn’t saunter back into the house in just enough time to watch Craig do his monologue. Coincidence? I think not. ~W
In her defense, no dog would so look beautiful on your lovely tea table. One lump or two?
Babette, Sophie wouldn’t agree. 😀
Oh! She so is. Spoiled rotten too! ~W
Brat cat! What a pill. Moving forward, she’ll just have to endure “lock-down” procedures… and kitty gets a collar and tag this weekend… with a bell… whether she likes it or not.
Uh, yeah, you can put that on her, m’kay? I need both of my hands! ~W
Oh whata bad kitty, so what happened???
She made it in just in time to catch Craig’s monologue. Joke’s on her, she’d seen it before! ~W
What an adorable torty! But I know what you mean about delusional cats. We had one once, and it drove me bananas! He was sneaky, too, always finding ways to slip out when you weren’t looking. ARGH! (So did the cat come in?) ~A 🙂
She did indeed come in!Â ~WÂ
We have two cats – Maya and Lola. Sometimes you’d think Maya was a bird, the way she nests up into my daughter’s very curly hair while she’s sleeping at night!
Oh, I can just imagine that! I hope you’ve snapped a photo for posterity. : D~W
It’s all just a matter of training, right?! LOL! Actually, my cats come to a whistle. They know if they don’t, they’re outside all night (or all day while I’m at work). Of course, the older one knows that if she’s outside at night, she’ll usually be let back in if she jumps up on our bedroom window screen; the younger one hasn’t figured that out yet. And, yes, both of them have figured out how to open the sliding screen door. It’s actually kind of entertaining watching the younger one, so sometimes I just leave it cracked a little bit and watch her rolling around, trying to wedge her little body into it. Mean, aren’t I? Well, you know what they say about payback!
I think my cat would agree with you! She certainly has me well trained. 😀 ~W
horrible beasts…those cats! luckily, mine always come when called, first your friends look at you like you’re crazy, but then…here comes a little kitty…Well, at least sometimes!
A woman up the street has a cat that walks with her when she walks her dog at night. And, darn if that cat doesn’t obey! The only training we’ve ever succeeded in doing with a cat is training it come to “oops.” However, late at night the appeal of the outdoors wins over treats with Snickers. So much for training! ~W
Cats are like that; I both admire them and despise them for their personalities. Really, they are much more like people than dogs are.
Tyrants in furry coats. Can’t recall who said it, but it’s accurate! ~W
Meow! TFC wants to come play at your house! If I let her out now, she should be there by Tuesday, give or take a day. 😀
How about I just send Snickers to you? 😀 ~W
I have recently been introduced to the world of cats (it seems to be the single woman pet, so all my friends have one), and I never realized how sassy cats are. What’s even more surprising is that I really like the sassiness! I might even say I’m becoming a ‘cat person’. (I hate to steal Snickers’ spotlight, but Sophie on the table is precious…she really is addicted to sunlight, isn’t she?)
That sassiness is all fine and good until it’s after midnight and you’re hunting around in the dark. 😀 And, the more I have Sophie, the more of a dog person I’m becoming. That photo of Sophie just kills me. I came down one morning to find her perched there.Â So, of course I snapped a photo before I scolded her! ~W
As for Sophie on the table – she figures what’s good for the cat is good for her, right? Who cares if she takes up THE WHOLE table. *sigh*. I think the animals have won.
I would agree! ~W