I am working on an entire post about the Moneypenny’s experience cat sitting, but I’ll give you this as a little warm up.
Everyone knows that cats and dogs are different.
Dogs are always psyched they are to see you. Cats? Not so much.
Dogs are affectionate and loving.
Cats are affectionate and loving, too …
… until they don’t feel like it which is usually two-and-a-half seconds after you started petting them.
The best thing about dogs is that you can take them anywhere you can go by car.
But Jamaica is not reachable by car so we had no choice but to leave the dog and cat behind. Moneypenny stayed with That Fucking Cat and Tabby took Blue.
Who would guess that a 120 pound neurotic Great Dane would be easier to take care of?
We got home late at night so we waited until the morning to pick Blue up. This is the lovely reception we got.
Part of the allure of cats is their elusiveness. They make you work for their love and when they chose to grace you with their affection, you feel validated, dare I say chosen?
They feed on the emotionally insecure, such as myself, but I must say, That Fucking Cat is pushing her luck.
This is the reception we got from That Fucking Cat.
That’s my bed.
Needless to say we have been sleeping in the guest room. Why do I have a cat again?