Crazy Cat, Part Deux
Zoe tried to tear my arm off last night.
I went over to my friend's apartment and did my usual routine- give the cat a treat, then while she is distracted, put food in her bowl and give her fresh water. Well, apparently I did not give her enough treats, because when I started down the hallway to the fish tank, there she was in the hallway, waiting for me. As I walked past her, she screeched and batted at my boot. Instead of just nonchalantly walking by her this time, like I usually do, I thought I would play along with her. So, I hid in the bathroom and tried to start a game of hide-and-seek. She was not amused. She just stared at me. I pretended to be afraid of her and said, "Oh no, the kitty is going to get me! No, not the Zoe cat!" She just looked at me like, "What the hell is wrong with you?" I gave up on my stupid game and walked past her, let her hiss and hit my foot, and fed the fish. Then, as I squatted down to water the plant, she went after my plant-watering arm. I made the mistake of showing a little fear as I jerked my arm away from her to keep her from drawing blood. After that incident, I thought I'd try and play with her. Well, that pissed her off even more. Every time I tried to pick up a toy, she would try to latch on to my arm. So, I said, "Zoe, I am just going to sit here for awhile until you calm down." I sat down on the couch and had a staring match with Zoe. I guess I won, or she gave up, because she stopped staring at me and laid down. Finally, after playing Sigmund Freud and apologizing to her for her parents leaving her alone for so long, I got up and left and she did not go after me. I am sure I will have some drama with her tonight; I have to clean out her litter box.
I had a funny dream last night. I was in a parade in Ohio with Paula Abdul. We were leading some St. Patrick's day parade. I remember this marching band girl named Finnie saying to me, "I'm half Irish, you know." I said, "We're in Ohio, ninety percent of the state is half Irish. So what?" Maybe I thought I was Simon Cowell or something, but apparently, I had something to do with American Idol. I was a celebrity and Paula and I knew each other well. By the way, this was another wine-induced dream. If only I could dream about Simon again...(sigh).
I went over to my friend's apartment and did my usual routine- give the cat a treat, then while she is distracted, put food in her bowl and give her fresh water. Well, apparently I did not give her enough treats, because when I started down the hallway to the fish tank, there she was in the hallway, waiting for me. As I walked past her, she screeched and batted at my boot. Instead of just nonchalantly walking by her this time, like I usually do, I thought I would play along with her. So, I hid in the bathroom and tried to start a game of hide-and-seek. She was not amused. She just stared at me. I pretended to be afraid of her and said, "Oh no, the kitty is going to get me! No, not the Zoe cat!" She just looked at me like, "What the hell is wrong with you?" I gave up on my stupid game and walked past her, let her hiss and hit my foot, and fed the fish. Then, as I squatted down to water the plant, she went after my plant-watering arm. I made the mistake of showing a little fear as I jerked my arm away from her to keep her from drawing blood. After that incident, I thought I'd try and play with her. Well, that pissed her off even more. Every time I tried to pick up a toy, she would try to latch on to my arm. So, I said, "Zoe, I am just going to sit here for awhile until you calm down." I sat down on the couch and had a staring match with Zoe. I guess I won, or she gave up, because she stopped staring at me and laid down. Finally, after playing Sigmund Freud and apologizing to her for her parents leaving her alone for so long, I got up and left and she did not go after me. I am sure I will have some drama with her tonight; I have to clean out her litter box.
I had a funny dream last night. I was in a parade in Ohio with Paula Abdul. We were leading some St. Patrick's day parade. I remember this marching band girl named Finnie saying to me, "I'm half Irish, you know." I said, "We're in Ohio, ninety percent of the state is half Irish. So what?" Maybe I thought I was Simon Cowell or something, but apparently, I had something to do with American Idol. I was a celebrity and Paula and I knew each other well. By the way, this was another wine-induced dream. If only I could dream about Simon again...(sigh).
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