I think my cat has a warped sense of reality. You see, my cat is pretty fat. She wasn’t always fat, when I first rescued her from the street she was just another skinny kitten without a home. I still remember the first meal I gave her, pork chop bones. Although the bones had very little meat she was so grateful as she chewed and lick in bliss. Afterward she crawled in my lap and purred and I stoked her fur and she, no we, where so happy together.
Fast forward 4 years. My cat is now a cubby cat who hardly even will look at me, let alone crawl in my lap. We used to play “catch the sock”, now we very rarely interact. She doesn’t really purr anymore, unless she wants something. Most of the time she purrs when she wants food. Even 10 minutes after I feed her, here she comes, begging. Sometimes I mistake this for actually wanting to show me affection but then I realize…it’s just a ploy.
It wasn’t until today that I noticed something. I think (because cats can’t talk and I’ll never know for sure) that she thinks SHE is doing me a favor by letting me pet her. She probably doesn’t even want to be petted but to get the food, she’ll take one for the team. She no longer will even eat a bone or cheap cat food, I have to buy the expensive veal and liver chopped into some kind of urinary tract medicine cat food. And trust me, SHE knows the difference. Sometimes I’ll walk around the block and I’ll see a stay cat digging in the garbage. Sometimes they’ll even come up to me and play for awhile. Sometimes I go back to the same spot hoping the same cat there. Then come home and see my spoiled, now fat, cat and quietly resent her.
Oh well, pussy is as pussy does…..
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