It's a hard cat life

[klwilliams]

Yesterday, as I was working on the taxes, I was very, very mean and wouldn't let Mac sprawl all over my stack of papers on top of my desk. In fact, I asked Chaz to come pick him up and take him out of the room, after which I *shut the door*. And I didn't let him back in for hours. Hours, I tell you.

I'm pretty sure Mac's feelings were hurt.

At bedtime, Chaz and I were discussing the boys, neither of whom were in the bedroom with us. I told him that I would fetch Barry for him, so I went to the other end of the house and gave the boys treats. It was quite simple to scoop Baz up and bring him back to the bedroom. Barry didn't want to stay, and scampered off.

Mac had followed us, and had jumped up onto the table at the foot of the room, on top of my keys and cards and things for work. I petted Mac and scooped him up. For just a moment he thought I was going to toss him out, since he was tensing up to claw and bite, but I shifted my hold and petted him, then set him down on the bed. Chaz made encouraging motions, and Mac curled up on Chaz's legs. I'm sure that was a happy Mac face. His humans wanted *him*.

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[threeoutside.livejournal.com]

I don't think they think so. LOL