Scar lives in my bedroom because he's on a special diet. He sleeps on my pillow. He gently adjusts my position with his paws when I don't leave him enough room. He asks me to clean his eye boogers every night before we go to sleep. I wipe his butt because I switched his food to something else I thought would work for his IBD, but doesn't. Food that makes turds is on the way from Chewy as we speak.
This cat is MY cat. He's my little boyfriend. He gives me kisses and rubs his lips on my face and snuggles me.
Tell me why I was surprised, on Day 2 of using my treadmill, that he. wasn't. having. it.
He started meowing around all upset near the last 10 minutes of my walk. He kept getting closer and closer to the treadmill while I was walking, making eye contact and meowing loudly. He eventually patted it with his paws. Then he did it: He got up there. 😳
I put my feet on the sides and let him pass between my legs. I wasn't going fast, so he was ok. But this is my arthritic old cat and I don't want him doing this. I stopped the treadmill and checked on him. He was fine. But he put a paw on my leg and looked at me and I knew what he wanted: to be held.
So I finished the last 7 minutes of my walk holding a cat. 😂😂😂
I'm putting my baby wrap on tomorrow. If he pulls this mess again, he's gonna be put in it.
I don't know why I thought I was allowed to do anything without him. 😂
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