and I was the recipient of the Kitty STARE for a good proportion of the morning. There were obviously several things I had done totally and completely wrong and thus had earn the ire of the cat.
The first was when I hadn’t double checked on him the previous evening. He has decided that next to me is an acceptable place to sleep, but he didn’t join me. Early – like about 0500 this morning – something filtered through and I woke up. No cat. No cat next to me, nagging in preparation for 0600 breakfast, snagging the runner with his claws. No cat.
Apparently he had been snoozing on his pillow under a chair in the craft room last evening. I had failed to spot him before leaving and closing the door. Obviously I was just the worst. That attitude lasted only until giving him his morning food. Then, obviously, I was acceptable as filler of food dishes.
Rather than head back downstairs, I just laid down on the couch upstairs to read. You can see from above the kind of looks I received for most of the morning. That ended when he decided to apply claws to leather. Now, the chair isn’t new. In fact it was purchased about 1993 at the latest and could have been earlier. Scandinavian in design, it is leather and has survived multiple moves. Cat claws aren’t particularly welcome.
Several treats later, I was forgiven. Till the next time I don’t manage to do exactly what he wants.
