I'm a total sucker... I openly and fully admit it. My cats are the royal court around here and they know it -- we humans just have to give it up and stop trying to fight it! For example, a few years ago, I bought a cozy, tan-colored sweatery-jackety thing at a garage sale. I loved it -- it was very soft and kept me warm on those crisp autumn days. Here in Minnesota, those autumn days arrived a few weeks ago; I was so happy to slip that cushy, snug sweatery-jackety thing off its hanger and onto my chilly arms. Then it began...
I wore the sweatery-jackety thing for a few days and, instead of hanging it up at the end of the day, I draped it over a chair. I forgot to mention it had two drawstring cords that hung from the hood; attached to the cords were these fabulously soft puffy balls (aka cat toys). So as my sweatery-jackety thing hung from the chair, Phoebe regularly stalked and batted the floofy balls. One chilly morning, I slipped on my cozy piece of outerwear, only to find the floofy-fuzzies were missing!! This was Phoebe's first maneuver in slowly taking ownership of the sweatery-jackety thing.
Then one afternoon, I felt too lazy to hang it back in the closet so I left it on the dining room table. When I awoke the next morning, I found Phoebe sleeping on it, further sealing her takeover.
|p.s. Cats on tables are a no-no in our house!|
After days of watching this courtship, I submitted and placed Phoebe's beloved sweatery-jackety thing on her perch of the cat tree.
Now she smiles smugly at me from her newly-commandeered spot on the sweatery-jackety thing. After all, she knew it was hers all along, didn't she?