A Moment With Elf
Sep. 19th, 2007 07:39 am My cat was ignoring me this morning.
I had breakfast; he looked out the window. I got dressed; he had breakfast. I cleaned the kitchen; he sat on the couch.
This continued until two minutes before I had to leave for work.
And then, as I was about to pick up my bag, he walked over, rubbed against my legs, and purred. Much patting ensued.
Of course, I still had to go to work. I patted him one last time, said goodbye, and stood up to go - and he looked at me like I'd betrayed him and left him to die.
Just picture my cat: stretched out in ideal patting position (head back, one leg in the air), suddenly frozen like that, looking utterly horrified at my refusal to give him pats.
I had to leave for work, or I was going to be late. On the other hand, my cat had been purring at me.
I relented.
I had breakfast; he looked out the window. I got dressed; he had breakfast. I cleaned the kitchen; he sat on the couch.
This continued until two minutes before I had to leave for work.
And then, as I was about to pick up my bag, he walked over, rubbed against my legs, and purred. Much patting ensued.
Of course, I still had to go to work. I patted him one last time, said goodbye, and stood up to go - and he looked at me like I'd betrayed him and left him to die.
Just picture my cat: stretched out in ideal patting position (head back, one leg in the air), suddenly frozen like that, looking utterly horrified at my refusal to give him pats.
I had to leave for work, or I was going to be late. On the other hand, my cat had been purring at me.
I relented.