Good Grief!

A friend of my human mom says " There's no such thing as a good grief!" But still I say good grief! Because I am being a 9.8 pound pest is why I say it. I was whining a few minutes ago asking for something to eat. She went on and gave me a small helping of Fancy Feast. After scarfing that down, I went down the hall honking and snorting..blowing my horn which is what she calls my incessant meows after a meal. No idea why I do that but I do and it makes everyone just shake their heads at the un-necessary fuss I make for no discernible reason.

So she reached down to pet me as I was doing a circle around her and I slunk down close to the floor to avoid her petting hand. I still acted as though I wanted company but again, when I went to the little steps to climb up next to her lap, I carefully stayed down on the first step so as to avoid her petting me! So near and yet so far. That must be my motto today. See the picture of the computer room and my little set of stairs she bought for me to your right. Picture me..on the bottom step! Under the desk is a ceramic cat someone gave her, that isn't me.

Poor mom has been extraordinarily short on sleep as due to a malfunctioning medicine pen that administers my medicine to the inside skin of my ear, I was getting too little medicine and so I have regressed a little which means meowing before get up time.. Instead of 2 days off a week from meds, mom has had to try to get me caught up again by giving me the medicine every day.

Oh well..I should stop complaining. Things could be worse..she could reach down and pet me against my royal will!

I win!