Feline Telepathy Failure

Sam likes company, as have his predecessors. So, like many people, I
have a top drawer in my desk left open and holding a pillow so that a
cat keeping me company while I am on the computer has a comfortable
place to rest (more comfortable, I hope, than the keyboard or my
arms/chest/shoulder etc). My cats have usually seemed to appreciate this
drawer, and often curl up there for a nap.

Last night, Sam sat upright on this drawer cushion and stared at me.
Eventually I noticed he was neither asleep nor tearing up pieces of
paper (a favourite hobby of his), so I skritched him between the ears
and said 'nice cat' and went back to what I was doing on the computer.
He kept staring. It was for all the world like he was trying to beam
some thought into my head, but if so, it wasn't working! He couldn't
want food - he's a lot more vocal and dramatic when he's convinced he's
going to starve because all but a bare handful of kibble has somehow
disappeared overnight. Maybe he wanted more paper to shred with his
teeth, but he usually finds that himself.

Eventually, he gave up on my ability to received telepathic messages,
and curled up on the drawer cushion for a nap.

Cheryl

Cheryl P. wrote:
Sam likes company, as have his predecessors. So, like many people, I
have a top drawer in my desk left open and holding a pillow so that a
cat keeping me company while I am on the computer has a comfortable
place to rest (more comfortable, I hope, than the keyboard or my
arms/chest/shoulder etc). My cats have usually seemed to appreciate this
drawer, and often curl up there for a nap.

Last night, Sam sat upright on this drawer cushion and stared at me.
Eventually I noticed he was neither asleep nor tearing up pieces of
paper (a favourite hobby of his), so I skritched him between the ears
and said 'nice cat' and went back to what I was doing on the computer.
He kept staring. It was for all the world like he was trying to beam
some thought into my head, but if so, it wasn't working! He couldn't
want food - he's a lot more vocal and dramatic when he's convinced he's
going to starve because all but a bare handful of kibble has somehow
disappeared overnight. Maybe he wanted more paper to shred with his
teeth, but he usually finds that himself.

Eventually, he gave up on my ability to received telepathic messages,
and curled up on the drawer cushion for a nap.

Cheryl


TuTu does that. It usually means she wants some personal time with me.
If I pick up he brush at that point, she will jump to my lap. She
usually will then give me a kitty kiss. MLB

Cheryl P. wrote:
Eventually, he gave up on my ability to received telepathic messages,
and curled up on the drawer cushion for a nap.

Cheryl


I get that from Persia sometimes. She'll just sit and stare at me and I
think, "Should I be doing something? What should I be doing?" Invariably
I've already fed her. Already scooped the litterbox. What do you want?
Stop staring at me like that! Meow or something!

Jill

"Cheryl P." wrote in message
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Sam likes company, as have his predecessors. So, like many people, I
have a top drawer in my desk left open and holding a pillow so that
a cat keeping me company while I am on the computer has a
comfortable place to rest (more comfortable, I hope, than the
keyboard or my arms/chest/shoulder etc). My cats have usually seemed
to appreciate this
drawer, and often curl up there for a nap.

Last night, Sam sat upright on this drawer cushion and stared at me.
Eventually I noticed he was neither asleep nor tearing up pieces of
paper (a favourite hobby of his), so I skritched him between the
ears and said 'nice cat' and went back to what I was doing on the
computer. He kept staring. It was for all the world like he was
trying to beam some thought into my head, but if so, it wasn't
working! He couldn't want food - he's a lot more vocal and dramatic
when he's convinced he's going to starve because all but a bare
handful of kibble has somehow disappeared overnight. Maybe he wanted
more paper to shred with his teeth, but he usually finds that
himself.

Eventually, he gave up on my ability to received telepathic
messages, and curled up on the drawer cushion for a nap.

Cheryl

Molly pretty much ignores me unless she wants something. Then she
turns into this little slut that is all attention and purrs and head
butts and rubs.

Poor thing probably thinks she isn't very good at it. Since it is the
only time I get attention from her, I often pretend for a while that I
don't know what she wants. She always gets what she wants, but she
thinks I'm a little 'slow'.

Jo