Tuesday, May 3, 2005
Cambridge's Corner
A note from Cambridge, Queen of All Cats, on how to be a good daughter.
When Mom comes home early from class because she has a bad headache and goes straight to the bedroom to lie down, respect her desire to sleep. For a while. Once your patience has run out and you must get some lovin', run into the bedroom, leap up onto the bed and proceed to drive Mom nuts. Walk on her back, pace on her pillow, nuzzle your wet nose in between her neck and her shoulder, force her to pet you by shoving your little, beak-like face between her fingers and the pillow. Smear saliva on her face by slightly opening your mouth and rubbing your side teeth along the length of her jaw and cheek. Then, because you're not getting much of a response, go absolutely berzerk and spaz out right beside Mom, digging like an UnderMiner on the sheet as if you are on your way to China via the center of the earth. Run around and make your "I'm a bat outta hell," "banshee banshee" noise. And body slam yourself into the soft, bouncy mattress and then into Mom's side for good measure. Then, quietly leave the room like nothing happened at all and let Mom sleep for 3 hours.
Oh, and Mom, there is no way I would use this. Don't even think about it. |
