So can you blame me for taking my aggressions out on Binga? I mean, she is always trying to boss me around anyway, so I just give her as good as I get.
I usually don’t let her have it outright, though. I generally just do something that annoys her, like mess with her tail.
Note the hole in the box springs. That’s Binga’s work. I am not responsible.
That is, unless I wanted to.
I seriously wanted nothing to do with this foolishness.
Then she pulled out some “festive” fall garland, but I was done. I refused to have anything whatsoever to do with it.
You won’t believe what happened next — my human decided that since I was being such a “prima donna,” as she called it, she had Binga pose with the garland instead! And Binga decided to show me up by posing all nice. She didn’t even try to eat it.
My human had one more “party garland.” Note what the label says.
Apparently the “and more!” part meant Boodie. (I had already walked out on the photo session.)
Boodie even did a fair Maneki Neko imitation.
Of course, she has to taste test every prop.
After all this hard work, do you think any of us cats got any thanks whatsoever? No! Thanksgiving came and went with no turkey for us. The humans went somewhere else for dinner and came home late. We didn’t even get fed until they came home. What a gyp!
To atone, my human spent time with me and my favorite feather duster. I played with it until I fell asleep… dreaming of a home where I get turkey and crickets every day and no photo sessions whatsoever.