For the first three weeks of September, my cats literally don't get off me when I'm at home. What's going on? Cats usually share their love between me, my wife, and our daughter. But on September 1, my daughter went to the regional center to study at school there, and my wife went to our eldest daughter's because her second son was born.
I stayed at home with the cats. Of course, my mom also lives with us, and she takes care of the cats when we are not at home, and the cats can sleep in her room.
But this year, something has changed in the behavior of the cats, and they literally won't get off my hands. They won't even let me work on the computer.
And another feature has appeared - the Tragedian and Butters are almost always next to each other. More precisely, I must say that the Tragedian goes to the same place where Butters was or is. And they don't swear at each other. Maybe something happened in the natural environment or the situation in the house? Did the absence of girls really affect the cats that much?
By the way, the Tragedian doesn't specifically stick his tongue out at me; he doesn't tease me, he doesn't make faces, it's just because of his age that his tongue often stops moving.
The cats climbed onto the warm dryer. We were drying apples, and I noticed that Butters likes to sit in such warm places. The tragedian decided that there would be a place for him, too.
But they were unlucky that I saw them and chased them away.
The situation repeated itself. Butters lay down on the windowsill to bask in the sun, but the Tragedian decided that there would be a place for him.
I went outside for 5 minutes to feed the dog, and Busik lay down in front of the keyboard, followed by Tragedian. Butters is sitting on the back of an armchair. There is also a rivalry among cats for ownership of my chair - "I raised my ass, I lost my seat." That is, I got up, and almost immediately, one of the cats was ready to take my place.
For the second year now, my wife has been trying to persuade me to make a workplace on the second floor. There's a nice office desk there. But the problem is that then I won't be able to watch the birds outside my window. And I continue to sit at this old table that we brought back from the student dormitory. This table is almost 35 years old.
As my wife says, everyone wants to sleep with Dad.
Hinata and Busik often sleep on our bed with us. But the Tragedian surprised me a lot this week. He started coming to sleep with me every night.
What's in my cats' heads? What are they thinking about?
Don’t Worry, Be Happy (C) Bobby McFerrin
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