Not Liked By A Cat Kahlua the tortoiseshell. Called by my wife or daughter, she responds, I'm off her list, not liked except at feeding time, my looks, my demeanor, what qualities possessed; I try to give my best, she often strikes at me... I always am demeaned, never earned her respect. Is it appearance, my outward presentation, my scent? Never accepted, I clean her litter box, sweep up, rejected or attacked, playfully or deliberately, she either leaves insulted or angrily, bites at me, is it my disposition, my fault, I constantly fail her test. When treats are being delivered she knows, sits up, makes her demands with a selected purr and begs. Eventually I satisfy her wish, she jumps off the bed, I've fortified this habitual behaviour, a pleasant miaow, then asks again, as an umpire she knows the score. 5th August, 2006 Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York. |
