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Sometimes my Darling Lo shocks me with her intelligence. And sometimes she annoys the hell out of me with it.
We have a morning ritual; I do not know where it began, but somehow it has evolved in to an expectation. Each morning, I get in the shower. Each morning, I get out of the shower. As soon as I set foot out of the tub, the meowing begins. It is loud, and it is repetitive.
Oftentimes, Lo is standing outside of the bathroom door. She is waiting. Nevermind I have barely wrapped a towel around me, she is waiting.
But what is she waiting for?
Lo is under the assumption that, in order to eat her morning kibble, she needs her tooshie scratched. Right above the tail, along her lower back.
And so she meows. And continues, until I consent.
Occasionally, I will scratch her, only for her to begin the ritual again.
Sometimes I yell at her. "LO! GO EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!" It is the argument of a mother and her five year old child.
Sometimes I stomp my foot at her, pointing, and she will scamper away, only to return to meowing again.
Once, I tricked her. I took a step closer to her, and she started to purr and eat her food.
This happens at all hours of the day.
Today, though, Lo crossed in to a new territory.
As I went through my ritual of yelling at her, stomping my foot, trying to towel off, I hear
THWWWAP! THWWAPPP! so very loud. It kept happening.
So I run in to the kitchen, and stop quickly. There is Lo, standing in front of the sink cabinet, opening the door and letting it slam it shut. Opening the door and letting it slam shut.
She realizes that I have come in to the kitchen, much as she wanted, and struts over to her food bowl to start eating.
We have a morning ritual; I do not know where it began, but somehow it has evolved in to an expectation. Each morning, I get in the shower. Each morning, I get out of the shower. As soon as I set foot out of the tub, the meowing begins. It is loud, and it is repetitive.
Oftentimes, Lo is standing outside of the bathroom door. She is waiting. Nevermind I have barely wrapped a towel around me, she is waiting.
But what is she waiting for?
Lo is under the assumption that, in order to eat her morning kibble, she needs her tooshie scratched. Right above the tail, along her lower back.
And so she meows. And continues, until I consent.
Occasionally, I will scratch her, only for her to begin the ritual again.
Sometimes I yell at her. "LO! GO EAT YOUR BREAKFAST!" It is the argument of a mother and her five year old child.
Sometimes I stomp my foot at her, pointing, and she will scamper away, only to return to meowing again.
Once, I tricked her. I took a step closer to her, and she started to purr and eat her food.
This happens at all hours of the day.
Today, though, Lo crossed in to a new territory.
As I went through my ritual of yelling at her, stomping my foot, trying to towel off, I hear
THWWWAP! THWWAPPP! so very loud. It kept happening.
So I run in to the kitchen, and stop quickly. There is Lo, standing in front of the sink cabinet, opening the door and letting it slam it shut. Opening the door and letting it slam shut.
She realizes that I have come in to the kitchen, much as she wanted, and struts over to her food bowl to start eating.