Our now-deceased family cat, Worthless, and I sort of grew up together. Worthless showed up at our door when I was 6 and died just before my 23 birthday. He and I had a rather sibling-like relationship, antagonistic yet loving. When I was little, he wouldn't let me near him (patented distrust/dislike of small children) but loved to stalk me and attack my feet. When I got older he came to love me, sleeping on my bed or lap or chest a lot, alternatingly loving or a nuisance depending on the time/place. I, of course, never resisted the opportunity to give back as good as I got.
One of my favorite means of torturing the cat? Well, he liked to drink from the toilet, standing on the rim, all 4 feet splayed, head down, ass up. It was a position that required a lot of concentration, leaving an opening for a quiet soul to perhaps slip in behind him and give him a gentle shove.
Oh, the dirty looks one gets from a miffed cat with dripping whiskers...
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Date: 2004-05-23 10:51 am (UTC)Our now-deceased family cat, Worthless, and I sort of grew up together. Worthless showed up at our door when I was 6 and died just before my 23 birthday. He and I had a rather sibling-like relationship, antagonistic yet loving. When I was little, he wouldn't let me near him (patented distrust/dislike of small children) but loved to stalk me and attack my feet. When I got older he came to love me, sleeping on my bed or lap or chest a lot, alternatingly loving or a nuisance depending on the time/place. I, of course, never resisted the opportunity to give back as good as I got.
One of my favorite means of torturing the cat? Well, he liked to drink from the toilet, standing on the rim, all 4 feet splayed, head down, ass up. It was a position that required a lot of concentration, leaving an opening for a quiet soul to perhaps slip in behind him and give him a gentle shove.
Oh, the dirty looks one gets from a miffed cat with dripping whiskers...