I worked from home today and the timing of that couldn’t have been better as Striker, the cat who owns me, was sick and if I hadn’t been here the blankets he got sick on last night wouldn’t have been washed as early as they were, and I would have come home to cat puke in multiple areas of my apartment. All focused on carpet and bedding of course. That is the cat way after all.
But that didn’t happen, I was at home so every time the poor little guy made the telltale noise all cat people know I’d go running, get him to the kitchen floor, then comfort him as he got sick.
Then of course, while he was laying down resting I was cleaning up the mess. Oh to be a cat.
Once I was finished working for the day and could escape my desk Striker and I moved all the way to the living room, approximately ten steps away from where I’d spent the day, and we did what he’d been wanting to do all day, cuddle.
When he’s not feeling well all he wants is a soft blanket and his human at his beck and call, and who am I to deny him either? So we sat, for hours, while I slowly got more and more dehydrated and hungry because I am most definitely not moving him for something as silly as food and tea, and he slept.
Later this evening, around 8pm or so, my landlady who lives upstairs texted asking if I’d sign a form for her, you know, one of those ones you need a witness for? Of course I said yes and that I’d be right up. Striker by this point was more laying against one of my legs rather than on top of both so he was out of his full on needy stage and more in a “I want you near by but could maybe tolerate a couple minutes separation, maybe” stage. Deciding to chance it I went up, signed a form, and we chatted for a bit, mostly about cats as we each are owned by one. Baxter, her lovely furball, just turned 20! I cat sit him sometimes so I scooped him up for a quick cuddle and a chat, it is all one sided as he’s totally deaf, but I still talk to him and he pretends to care for about 0.5 seconds.
When I came back downstairs I returned to Striker, who was exactly where I left him. I sat down, got comfy, and immediately I was being sniffed. My slippers, my pants, my shirt, my face. I had pulled my laptop onto my lap and completely ignoring it he walked over my abdominal area, he smelled multiple places, then he meowed in my face, glared, and lay down, draping himself over my arms, which were still stretched to reach the laptop keyboard.
I’d been pinned by a jealous cat who seemed hell bent on letting me know who I belonged to.
He’s adorable, and cuddly, and when others are around does his best to be a ninja and hide while also acting like he has no need for a human, and apparently he is also jealous when I come home smelling of another cat.
The Amazing Shrinking Woman 