We have this cat here at our house. It’s one of four.
This cat, “Morrison,” and I have had a bizarre relationship.
He sneaks up on me while I’m sitting down and jumps up on my stomach. —My stomach that has two bags hanging off it.
I protect my stomach just as much as men protect their, um, delicates. Maybe even more.
Not just because of my bags, although, that’s reason enough, but I also have a hernia in my stomach area, and after over thirty surgeries, in my abdomen, I just like for that area to be left alone.
So, I immediately freak out and jump out of the chair, making him fall off me. He then runs away and stays away from me for the next two weeks…
This has been going on for two years, I guess. Maybe more.
Tonight, though, he changed his method.
Tonight, he came up to my chair, stood up on his back legs, and meowed at me.
I then tapped on the chair’s armrest, and he jumped up on the armrest.
And then I began petting him until he fell asleep on the armrest.
