See the amazing wriggly cat!
I’m pet-sitting for my parents for this week while they’re out of town. That means that when I’m home, I’m spending my time cleaning the cat box and trying to catch and hold the world’s wriggliest cat (a wonder considering that – by cat standards – she’s an octagenarian) long enough to brush her.
In the meantime, however, Mildred (the cat) has decided that I am the surrogate “Dad.” So she’s holding me to my father’s schedule. My father usually goes to bed at eight o’clock. I usually go to bed at midnight or one on nights when I’m not suffering from an attack of insomnia.
The cat follows me around everywhere meowing at me because I’m not keeping the proper schedule, and every chance she gets she tries to herd me into the bedroom to go to sleep. Hey – I’m the surrogate dad. I should be asleep by now.
And yet, I still can’t manage to hold onto her long enough to brush her.