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I’ll go first. This is Kitty. She’s the senior cat I adopted last fall thinking I needed a companion to keep me company. Instead, I got a boss I didn’t ask for who believes that when she isn’t being fed she should be resting on my lap while I pet her on exactly the right spot.
Who ordered one cat, extra snuggly?
In other words, I got a cat.
Those of you with experience being subordinate to cats have probably already figured out that this is my first cat. And you’d be right. I’ve lived my entire adult life with dogs, blissfully unaware that this type of leadership structure existed. I mean, I guess I foolishly thought that because we humans were at the top of the food chain that meant we got to be the bosses of the pets in our household.
Kitty disavowed me of that belief pretty quickly.
This is what Kitty thinks of that idea.
So now my life exists solely to provide food and comfort to my cat. If I can squeeze other things (like, I don’t know, writing a romance book) into the edges of that existence? Hey, good for me! But not before the food dish is full.
So long as I know my place. 😊😊😊
Who’s the Boss? Clearly not me.
Your turn! Fill up the comment box and my social media feeds with YOUR critters. Cats, dogs, rats, snakes, whatever. Bring it.