Pudgy has a way of speaking very loudly when she wants something.Â Not in words, of course, but in the language of cat.
For instance, if Iâ€™m not awake at a time she deems necessary for her breakfast needs, sheâ€™ll stick her wet nose on mine and wait. If that doesnâ€™t rouse me sheâ€™ll walk across my chestâ€¦repeatedly.Â Itâ€™s shocking how a nine pound cat can feel like ninety pounds.Â The amusing part is she acts surprised when I cry out, â€œPUDGY!â€ Itâ€™s as though sheâ€™s saying, â€œOh! Did I wake you? That certainly wasnâ€™t my intention. But, um, as long as youâ€™re awakeâ€¦â€
This morning I failed to initiate a game we routinely play. I ball up a tiny piece of paper and toss it on our bed.Â Pudgy leaps after it and â€œchasesâ€ it under the pillows.Â Eventually I have to dig it out and re-toss it for her pleasure.
Since I was in a hurry, I completely forgot to wad and toss. Pudgy jumped up on top my dressor and knocked a stack of paper on the floor.Â Then she glared at me with a â€œWatcha going to do about it?â€ look.
After cleaning up the mess, I crumpled and tossed. Pudgy jumped, cavorted, and restored peace in our world. It was the best part of my day.