Lately, one of Alex's favorite things to do is to try to entice the cat to come play with him. He'll ask for "kitty food", which is a container of kitty treats, and he'll shake it while saying "Kitty! Meow meow!" and running around the house looking for her.
In times past, a single shake of a kitty treat container would cause the cat to almost involuntarily bolt from wherever she was hiding to appear within nano seconds at your side meowing for a treat. Sadly, once she discovered that it was Alex doing the kitty treat containiner shaking, it has caused the opposite effect. Maxine HATES Alex. She always has, and likely, always will. She's a crotchety old lady after all, at 13 years old, resents the hell out of having to share her house and humans with this revolting smelly creature that is Alex.
It makes me sad. He LOVES animals, even the cat, and the look of pure joy on his face when she occasionally lets him pet her is absolutely priceless. I so wish we had a pet that would let him play with her. Midnight (aka, The Poo, our late Cocker Spaniel) was great about letting Alex chase him around and pull his ears. Even though it's probably bad timing to add yet another member to our household with a new baby coming (and a cat that will likely throw even bigger fits should we even think about it), I can't help but continue to pester John about how our family isn't complete without a dog. This is the longest I've ever gone in my entire life without a canine companion, and it's just not right.
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