Fun & Famous
IDIOTIC THINGS YOU DO FOR YOUR CAT
Everyone with an above-average love for cats knows: we do weird things for those animals. Sometimes I do things and can’t help but call myself crazy, but yes, the love for your cat is greater than anything else.
Cat in bed
As you may know, my Cat Disco has been happily sleeping in bed with me for almost 7 years. Male persons always found that a bit less appealing, but I stood my ground: the second pillow is for Dissie. But as cozy as it is, it’s also quite disgusting. Or actually just very disgusting. Disco is currently shedding a lot, which means that my crackling fresh white bedding is filled with loose black cat hairs after about 5 minutes. And I’m less pleased with that. So for the past few days, I’ve been trying to keep my bed cat-free by keeping the bedroom door closed. She doesn’t like that at all, so especially on weekends when I stay in bed for a long time, she starts endlessly roaring from around 9 o'clock. When I woke up last Saturday completely groggy, I went to the couch at half past nine to sleep there so Disco could stop crying. Seriously. Totally gone crazy.
No space
When she was still lying in bed with me (I’ll have to see how long that will be the case again, by the way), she often lay right in the middle and preferably as stretched out as possible. Instead of pushing her aside or waving her off the bed, I then lie very carefully on the side of the bed so that she can stay lying down.
Always stay lying down
During an evening of lounging on the couch, the princess likes to lie on top of me. If I need to go to the bathroom or grab something from the kitchen, I only do that when she has gotten up on her own. Because I find it so sad. I can seriously lie there for an hour with a bursting bladder just to not be a bother to her. not to be a bother.
Being late
I often come late because that’s just how I am, but also because I don’t want to leave the house without saying goodbye to Disco, and sometimes I can’t find her. Then she’s lying somewhere in a corner or in an unfindable spot, and I’m busy for minutes trying to locate her, say goodbye, and then I can leave the house.
Windows open
Or she’s playing on the roof. She can only get there through the bathroom window, but there’s no flap or anything. That window has to be open, and in the summer that’s always the case, so she can freely go in and out; in the winter it’s closed. But sometimes she starts roaring hard for that window, and then my heart breaks, so I open it and put on an extra sweater myself because I’m also sitting in the cold.
Honestly, if Disco had been a human child, she would have been even more spoiled than North and Saint combined.
