Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Neko won't sing "Soft Kitty" to me

What? You're sick? You still can't have my couch.
I am home sick with some kind of sinus thing. I had a fever most of last night because it is normal this morning. Now I would have thought that Neko would have loved to cuddle up to me when my temperature is 100.6. It would be like sleeping in the sunshine, right? But no, Neko's campaign of ignoring me continues.

As he gets older, I seem to be less and less important in his life. He still sits on Ken's chest when Ken is in his easy chair and purrs and purrs. It's almost embarrassing. No -- it is embarrassing for both of them. Ken, who was never a fan of cats until I forced his to get Neko, coos at him and speaks sweet nothings into fuzzy little ears. Honestly, Ken, people are starting to talk.

I don't care how hot your finger is,
I still am not going to kiss it.
It's not like I want Neko to sing "Soft Kitty" to me (yes I am a fan of the Big Bang Theory), but I thought he would have some sympathy for me in my hours of sniffling, coughing, and sneezing, but it is more obvious than ever that my purpose in his life is to (1) keep his food dish happy and (2) keep his litter box clean.

It occurs to me that if Neko was a human male, I would never put up with this abuse. But he still has my heart. Alas.

Someday, I hope to get a cat.
Sick? Big deal. Where's my lunch?

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