Last night, I had a battle of wills with my mitten-pawed cat, Daphne.
Daphne wanted to jump on my dresser and bat around my jewelry with her giant feet. I wanted her to stay away from my dresser.
It went down like this: Daphne jumped on the dresser. I lurched out of bed to shoo her away. After a few rounds of this, I kicked both cats out of the bedroom so I could get some sleep. Zoe hates to be away from me so she immediately started meowing and digging under my door. I could only imagine what that was doing to my carpet, so I let them in again. Immediately, Daphne jumps on the dresser. I kick them out of the bedroom, and so on.
Finally, I let Zoe stay and banished poor Daphne. I feel bad though...I just haven't been home as much and they're very needy.
Zoe was equally obnoxious on Sunday. I was trying to sleep in. Apparently, she had gobbled down her food during the night and wasn't happy with her empty bowl. I was sleeping on my stomach, so she sprawled on my back, purring to get my attention. When I ignored her, she plopped her butt on the back of my head.
I'm not ultra-picky, but definitely didn't want cat butt on my head. She got her way!