Getting a Babysitter
12 Jul 2010 No Comments
in cats Tags: babysitters, Golden Retrievers, wagging tails
I hate having a babysitter! Sometimes I almost think I liked it better when my mom would just leave me with lots of food and water and a clean litter box when they went out-of-town. I could give them the cold shoulder, not speak to them for two hours after they got home (so they’d know I was plenty mad), and then just sort of happen to be in the same room so they would pick me up and I could pretend to forgive them for leaving me.
But, now, mom always hires Marta, this babysitter, to check on me. She’s my mom’s ESL student and I used to growl every time she’d come for her lessons. Why? Well, 1. because that meant mom would be paying attention to her instead of me, and 2. well, mom would be paying attention to her some more. I could always hear Marta ping her car alarm when she was in the driveway. I’d run and hide in the closet.
Oh, but then, mom started having Marta go to where I was hiding out and she’d hold out those treats I love so much. I tried to resist. I really did, but I guess I’m an addict. I just love those treats so much. So, I started letting Marta feed me some treats. Well, mom thought that was good enough so then every time mom and dad went out-of-town, they’d hire Marta to check on me.
Marta just doesn’t understand cats. She thinks I like her because she says, “Oh, his little tail just kept going back and forth when I’d talk to him” (and she’d wave her finger back and forth as if that was like my tail). Duh! That’s a dog that wags its tail when they are happy. We pop our tails when we are ticked. Marta just doesn’t understand that.
Oh, well, I do get more food when Marta BABYsits me. (I’m NOT a baby!) She comes twice a day and fills my bowl full with dry food, gives me a whole can of cat food, and gives me treats–I think she’s trying to buy my affection. Well, I guess having her here is better than just being left alone. In the good old days I had my big brother Brecken who was a Golden Retriever and my snotty sister (she wasn’t really my sister). Her name was Puddy and she thought she was so much better than I am because she didn’t come from the Humane Society like I did. SHE was a Per-zshan or something like that.
Yeah, I do miss Brecken and Puddy though. Brecken’s tail went back and forth all the time. It never stopped.
~ with Furry Feline Fluff to all, Boogs ♥
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