Master of The House
This will not be a post appreciated by all, and I know I risk coming off as the "Crazy Single Cat Lady" but something disturbed me somewhat this morning, as I lay in bed, with my cat Calvin on my chest who was in the throes of ecstacy, getting his neck and head scratched. I looked at Calvin, who I adore, and thought of his life, living with Ms. Ms. Calvin gets fed, watered, his poop scooped, and full body massages, scratches, and kisses. He has been getting away scot-free from jumping up on my kitchen counter and has not had to suffer the discomfort of claw-clipping because he complains so much when I try. He lives with his Mom who sometimes cleans him lovingly, and other times he pounces on and tries to play-fight with. A total Mama's boy! My house is littered with his toys, he has scratching post and various pieces of furniture (much to my dismay) for his claw-scratching pleasure. Calvin is truly the King of Chez Ms. This is pathetic.