I like to consider myself a pretty easy-going feline. I know what I like and when I like it, and I expect humans to respect and adhere to my wishes. Simple, right? So imagine my surprise when, one day last week, three of my least favorite events coincided!
Firstly, I do not like the sound of the lawn mower. Put yourself in my shoes, or rather in my ears. What is loud to a human is a cacophony of abrasive noise to me. The grinding of the mower going up and down the lawn is not something I enjoy. When it’s grumbling over the landscape, I stay inside.
Secondly, I have a strong dislike of the bug man. He comes every so often under the pretense of keeping unwanted pests off the property, but I’m onto him. That khaki jumpsuit screams “cat catcher” and that little sprayer is clearly a torture device. When he comes into the house, I keep my distance by laying low in the yard.
So, imagine my horror when the lawn mowers and the bug man arrived on the same day. I couldn’t hide inside away from the mowers or outside away from the bug man! Trapped as I was, I did what any clever cat would do: I climbed up to hide in the chimney!
I was pretty proud of myself and thought I’d shown great resourcefulness in evading the mower and the bug man. When I finally came down from the chimney, however, I didn’t get the praise I expected. Instead, I had to endure the third of my least favorite things: a BATH!
I’m still in a forgiveness period with Mom. A few more back scratches and all will be forgiven.
