When I woke from my extended catnap, the wrinkly one was mewling again. She was so focused on the rock sitting on top of the giant scratching post, she seemed to have forgotten I was there. Well, no matter.
…I had important kitty business to attend to anyway.
Claws now in a state of perfection, I felt the urge to show them off to the little golden morsel. He really ought to know who he’s dealing with, now that kitty’s in the house.
He is still smug as ever, peering down with his bug-eyes from his watery domain. Curse you, golden morsel, for being so high!
I shall have to opt for the easier food option… for now.
I can’t help but notice something wonderful! I want to hunt this feathered creature, but…
…It is also too high! Is nothing in this place within my paws’ reach? What a terrible place for a kitten! Temptations around every corner, but it’s impossible to do anything without longer legs!
At least the rug is fair game. Aah, finally, something to play with that’s within easy reach! I revel in leaving my fur all over it.
Rolling around on the rug was incredibly taxing work. It was time for a catnap in the afternoon sun on the porch.
After my nap, the wrinkly two-legger had returned from digging around in the leafy things outside. She had food, which I found more interesting than anything else going on at that moment. But the only scraps she dropped were green and leafy. Ugh. Clearly this human needs trained about proper foodstuffs.
She seemed to think that I was going to amuse her. Ha! What a notion. She has a lot to learn about cats.
I made sure to let her know just who is in charge around here. She was clearly terrified of my large, dominant stature and hunter’s prowess!
Wait… what is this? Small, looks crunchy, but smells fishy… No, it couldn’t be! Does she have… Whiskas Temptations kitty treats?
…I fall for it. My dominant display falls apart the second the wrinkly one has treats in her hand, and she strokes her wrinkly hand down my back while I’m distracted with eating the tempting delicacies.
Then she suddenly begins to mewl again.
And this time, for some reason, I let her pet me, no treats required.