That quote....This face....
First of all, this little furry nugget is 11 years old. She has been a bit...off you might say since the moment the lady I got her from handed her to me by the scruff of her neck and told me she has no personality....uh boy was she MISTAKEN!
Lily is quite smart - she knows how to fetch, speak, and sit - most of which she will do on command. For instance she must sit every morning before she can be fed and she knows that. She's very good about that.
But she is also very much like Clovis from the Apple Dumpling Gang (if you haven't seen the movie, I highly recommend this classic!). She doesn't like to be petted unless she comes to you, she only likes to be petted a certain number of times then she will push your hand away with her paw. If you do not heed her warning, well then it's your own dumb fault for what comes next which usually isn't pretty.
She prefers peace and quiet, often chooses not to acknowledge anyone in the room despite the fireworks that are quite possibly displaying her name and trying to get her attention. She loves to play, she loves to look/go outside (don't judge by the picture below ok....), and she LOVES treats (it's usually how I get her to do something I need her to do, bribery I know it's a great quality for someone wanting to be a parent...shhh no judgement remember :))
But....this morning, oh well let's be honest this has happened more than just once, but this morning in particular I get a text from my lovely husband that he has given into the demands of a four legged fur ball with fangs. See... Lily here has GI issues and tends to recycle her food onto my carpet so we were trying to get creative with this. She's been on soft cat food for a very long time and I am tired of buying it, smelling it, etc....so we decided to try a food for sensitive systems. It was going GREAT! We hadn't had an episode on days! So we started to wean her off of the soft food completely...well this is where things get interesting!
2 days into the "no vittles (that's what my husband calls her disgusting form of chow)" and she pees on my comforter, okay fine. 7 days in - repeat. That was IT! I stopped at Sams and bought this cat more food, and I gave a strict every three days rule to make it last.
No more pee, thank goodness! But I notice we start to have more cat chow here and there...uh what???? You get your vittles cat what more do you want? So we give in because every 3 days is hard to remember, and switch to every other day. Again success for about a week....THEN
THEN!
Today this cat decides she is smarter than mommy and waits for me to leave the house for work. She waits until her dad is up to feed her, as he does every morning. It's NOT vittles day so he provides her with good kitty chow but apparently that doesn't tickle her fancy. She sits in front of her bowl and cries for 30 MINUTES!
She whines for 30 MINUTES! A CAT COMPAINING AND NOT REALLY MOVING FOR 30 MINUTES! I didn't now cats did anything for that long other than nap.
She butters up my husband by rubbing on his legs and giving him love, and you know what he does....oh wait for it....
HE GIVES INTO HER AND GAVE HER VITTLES!
sigh....what a lost cause.
So now back to my original quite, she might look all dumb and furry but DO NOT kid yourself. My cat is too dang smart for her own good and she knows how to use her skills, her soft kitty fur and her sweet kitty eyes to get exactly what she desires without hardly lifting a paw!
But we love her anyway...now if she pukes, my husband is cleaning that one up! HA!
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