I like to consider myself a pretty easy-going feline. I know what I like and when I like it, and I expect humans to respect and adhere to my wishes. Simple, right? So imagine my surprise when, one day last week, three of my least favorite events coincided!
Firstly, I do not like the sound of the lawn mower. Put yourself in my shoes, or rather in my ears. What is loud to a human is a cacophony of abrasive noise to me. The grinding of the mower going up and down the lawn is not something I enjoy. When itâ€™s grumbling over the landscape, I stay inside.
Secondly, I have a strong dislike of the bug man. He comes every so often under the pretense of keeping unwanted pests off the property, but Iâ€™m onto him. That khaki jumpsuit screams â€œcat catcherâ€ and that little sprayer is clearly a torture device. When he comes into the house, I keep my distance by laying low in the yard.
So, imagine my horror when the lawn mowers and the bug man arrived on the same day. I couldnâ€™t hide inside away from the mowers or outside away from the bug man! Trapped as I was, I did what any clever cat would do: I climbed up to hide in the chimney!
I was pretty proud of myself and thought Iâ€™d shown great resourcefulness in evading the mower and the bug man. When I finally came down from the chimney, however, I didnâ€™t get the praise I expected. Instead, I had to endure the third of my least favorite things: a BATH!
Iâ€™m still in a â€œforgivenessâ€ period with Mom. A few more back scratches and all will be forgiven.