"Pet me or I'll eff you up"Each night when I walk down to get the mail she yells at me as I walk past. She's skittish, rightfully so, of the road and waits until I am returning up the road, yelling the entire time. If a car goes past, she freezes until it passes.
Like many cats, she chooses how to be petted. She likes her tail stroked so I don't know how many times I've had to say "I don't want your ass." As a typical crotchety old woman, she has bitten me twice. Not puncture bites but just enough to (try) show me who is boss. A quick swat and a "I will kick your ass" seems to take care of any further attempts. She is, after all, old and probably a little feral.
As confrontational as this sounds, it is actually a nice end to the day. Petting a grateful, lonely cat for five minutes bring us both some peace.
3 comments:
This made me cry!!!
And isn't having some peace, no matter how it is gotten, a wonderful thing? Thank you for sharing this. I sometimes feel like the cat - cranky and wanting my own way :)
ah, daisy sounds awesome in her crotchetiness (is that even a word?). of course i am partial to cats since we have two. ours do not go outside though.
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