Daily-ish Cat Cartoon 5 Trained by My Cats

I've been well trained by my cats. I know when they want to eat. I know what they like to eat. And if I buy more than a few cans of it, they will no longer like to eat it. It is up to me to figure out what they then like to eat.

I know when they want me to get out of bed. And while in bed, I am allowed the corner of the pillow closest to the edge of the bed. If I stray close to the middle, I wake up with a hairy weight across my forehead.

I know I am not allowed to visit the bathroom unaccompanied. I cannot use the bathroom without turning on water in the sink. I cannot use the bathroom facilities without a tail wagging in my face like a metronome while they perch on the sink.

Meals demand a close inspection of my food. In stereo. I know I must present my food and explain it is something they don't like to eat. This is never accepted at face value. It must be sniffed. With vigor. And if I've been truthful, they leave me to it. I always offer a bite if I know they will enjoy it. Somehow, this
has not instilled trust. There will be sniffing.

I know I cannot let them both walk on the porch at the same time. One goes out. I sit down and get comfortable and then the other must go out. Then I sit down and get comfortable. Then I must let the first one back in. I sit down . . . :)

Cats Work Hard for a Living

Cats have a bad reputation. I don't know why. I can't 

count the number of conversations I've had with people

who say cats aren't affectionate, they don't care if you

pay attention to them or not because they want to be left

alone, they ignore you, they're aloof, they're

independent and don't need a lot of care, they're lazy, etc . . .
And I always think, "Wow. They've never met the cats 

in my life."

I love animals, all animals, but I am a certified cat person.
I think they're beautiful and amazing. They are also, so not

like what was described above. The cats I have known and

loved in my life have always been affectionate and loving.
Some in their own way, but the meaning was always clear,

noted, and reciprocated. 

Cats, also in my experience, do care if you pay attention

to them. Like any other being, they expect and deserve to

be paid attention to. Sure, they don't want that attention

constantly, but who does? Sometimes we just want to
take a nap in a sunny spot and feel how wonderful that
is in the moment. Quietly, peacefully, and alone. I mean,
they do.

I don't think cats ignore anything-to me they seem

to be hyper-aware of everything. They just don't react
to everything. And they can be still. Still. Right before

they explode into action. 

Cats are independent, it's true. They are also loyal and

protective of others. I can't walk outside by myself

without my male cat tagging along, running a bit ahead 

and looking around, stopping right in front of me,
looking around some more, etc. Sure, I could fall

over him and break my neck several times when we walk, 

but I know why he's there and I appreciate it.
If there's another cat in the area, he growls and
runs it off and comes back. He comes back in the
house when I come back in. 

That's just the beginning of my love letter to cats.
Daily cartoon #4.