What Do I Do With You?

Every single morning he’s there, waiting, watching and following me around the room. I am tripping over him. He’s always in front of my feet, eagerly, meowing for his next meal. He think it’s the end of the world if I don’t feed him right this very second.  He purrs at the very sight of his wet food. Then he forgets to breathe as he laps up bite after bite after bite. He’s still purring and lapping up food at the same time. He’s like a survivor from a rescue ship that hasn’t eaten in days, but it’s been only hours and he’s starving, but oh so very happy, thankyouverymuch, he purrs out between giant bites.

When he’s done eating, he looks at me, like maybe there’s more. He bats some paper across the room. He paws at the sofa where I’m trying to take in the morning news and a cup of coffee.

“Don’t do that,” I yell, but he doesn’t care. He does it anyway. Again and again and again. I follow him and he sits in front of his dish.

But there is no more food. This is it, buster.

Instead, I pick him up and plop him in my lap. He takes up all of it. I can’t do anything but pay attention to him or he paws at my knees-arms-hands and yells, “Pet me” between constant purrs.

He fights dirty. Nails in to remind me that he’s still there. I’ve lost interest 15 minutes ago, but he’s still going strong. The feeling in my legs is going away, because it’s been 45 minutes, but he has no intention of leaving.

Suddenly, he gets it. He’s all nails, flails and teeth. I don’t even know what I did, but I want him off-off-off my lap.

He’s down and giving me a look like, “This is what you wanted, right?”

I glare.

He’s brushing himself now. Endless grooming. Spontaneous primping. Who is he trying to look so nice for anyways?

I’m not jealous.

He left me a present.

A giant scratch on my right knee.

“Thanks for the gift,” I yell. He puts his ears back in reply and I feel bad for startling him out of a perfectly good nap.

But then he starts to purr again and I know we’re still friends.

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