Miss Kitty and I are currently at war.
It started with a minor skirmish almost two weeks ago. She was getting lonely (what with my crazy schedule) and started climbing on my chest and pawing at my face -- and meowing the whole time -- at 3-4 in the morning.
The first few days, almost a week, I'm very nice about this. I cuddle her and pet her when she wakes me up, I play with her in the mornings before my shower, while I'm drinking coffee, as soon as I get home...I even worked from home two days so that she wouldn't feel neglected!
But a week passed, and the behavior escalated. She wouldn't let me sleep at all, and I finally started having to draw some lines. The first line...she could sleep on my bed, but not on me (and THAT was a fight in and of itself!) So I start kicking her off the bed...and that makes her all the more determined to climb on me and wake me up at 4 AM.
Okay, let's face it...it's not the best time of day to be messing with me!
After two more nights of this, I decide to lock her out of my room...I have to be up early, and I need a good night's sleep so I'll have the energy to play for more than just 10-15 minutes when I get home.
And she escalates. She sits outside my door meowing at the top of her little kitty lungs for two hours straight.
It's a full-fledged battle now!
I lock her out for two nights, don't get any sleep through the meowing, and let her in again on the third night. Is she grateful, or happy to be back to sleeping on my bed? Oh no, she is still mad that I'm not home as much. So she brings her favorite toy -- I'll call it mouse-on-stick and leave it at that -- onto the bed that night. I'm fast asleep, she's rolling around with her toy, and WHAP, the stick hits me in the head.
Now it's war.
I take the toy and hide it, where she can't find it. And I think, hahaha, I've won!
As it turns out, miss kitty is more devious than I thought, and she is willing to play dirty. And by dirty, I mean dropping a dookie outside the litterbox. That's right. I come home from work (FINALLY!) at 8 tonight, and there's a big old deuce laying there waiting for me.
Important side note: I discover the deuce when she tips over my water glass, a sure sign her food bowl is empty. I go to get more food for her, and what do I find?
So I look at the counter, the standing water I have yet to mop up still sitting on the surface...and miss kitty gloating beside the counter. In retrospect, I know it was bad of me. I can only plead frustration and sleep deprivation. But I put my hand on the counter, in the middle of all that standing water, and push it right over the edge...and onto miss kitty.
She YOWLED!! And then spazzed out and ran from room to room, and finally sat back down and GLARED at me (yes, cats can glare. I think we get the evil eye from them.)
I'm pretty sure she'll retaliate tonight. I don't know how, but I'll definitely be impressed with her creativity. Mom says that there is no winning the war with pets...they're willing to do things we aren't (example: the dookie outside the litterbox) and I should just concede.
Having said that, I've gotten some truly PRICELESS pictures of her curled up on my bed and (I can only assume) jazzercising on the wall. And after the water throwing incident, I left for dinner with friends, and she was soooo cuddly and sweet when I got home...maybe she longs for a truce too?
Sleeping on my bed:
Going to great lengths to drink MY water:
"Jazzercising" with the wall:
And tonight...very cuddly and acting like she wants a truce. Is she sincere? I still don't know...but it was a great photo op!
HAPPY FRIDAY, SPARKFRIENDS!!