It’s amazing what time can do to a person especially if they live under certain circumstances. As I hang out in my condos and do my “cat” routine, I’ve realized I have to write a post on exactly what the humans say.
Subject B has gleefully declared on numerous occasions, “I am my cats “bitch.”
“Jiminy is anxiety ridden me, that’s why we get along so well.”
“You love me and you love me only. And you can kind of love him.” Referring to boy human, Subject C.
“Learn to like it,” Subject B says to me as I struggle to get out of a hug, the ever elusive hug.
“I have to find your Santa costume and I’m gonna buy myself reindeer antlers at Duane Reade, I’m not sure if I should get the ones that light up or the ones with sequins,” S says while kissing me.
“You know, for someone who wants a child free life and I just spent the morning cleaning up Jiminy boogers from the TV stand.” Jiminy suffers from sinuses congestion, it’s quite gross, I was relaxing like a cat and he comes over and has one of his sneeze fits all over my face.
“Aw, I’m so happy I come in second. You finally love me now. I love you two,” Subject B says to Jiminy from time to time.
Subject C on the other hand says things like (Subject B), “You broke the cat (referring to me). He doesn’t hug me anymore because you give him everything he wants.”
“You ruined Chewie, he won’t cuddle me anymore because you go over to him on the condo and taught him how to cuddle another way and now he won’t hug any more.”
“The cats take after you, emotionally lacking.”
“He’s broken.” Subject C is talking about Jiminy flinching and running away as he pets him.
“I miss, Jebus. He was emotionally gratifying. I don’t feel appreciated by you or her.”
No diagnosis today. Just need to share my observations because it seems like they have a few screws loose.