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Caturday Pootie Diary: The cutest boy [1]
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Date: 2023-11-04
“Oh my god,” I said, looking over at Freddie. “How did you get so cute?”
He was curled up in a ball, his paw covering his eyes. At the sound of my voice, he tightened his hold on his face and drew himself into a tighter ball.
I squealed in delight.
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I bent down and dug my fingers into his soft fur. One eye opened and stared up at me as I gleefully spouted excited gibberish and baby talk at him.
“Human,” he complained. “Sleeping.”
I stroked his fur. “You’re just so darn cute I can’t handle it.” I leaned down further so I could kiss the top of his head.
“Ewww, no!” he said, shaking me off.
“It’s your fault for being so cute!”
He stood and stretched (“Ooooh big streeeeeetch!”), then jumped down from his perch and walked past me, tail up.
“Look at that tail!” I sang. “Look at the little curl in the tip of your tail!” Freddie is a very elegant boy and when he walks around with his tail up, it always has a graceful curl at the end. It never failed to make me happy.
He ignored me completely as he walked into the kitchen. I trotted after him.
“I can’t believe how cute you are when you eat,” I gushed.
He paused, a mouthful of kibble in his mouth. His eyes darted to me and then back to his dish. He resumed eating, acting like he couldn’t hear me. Half the kibble fell out of his mouth and landed on the mat beneath his dishes.
“Look at you. So damn adorable.”
“Are you my sweet boy?” I crooned to the cat I held on my lap. “Are you my very good, very cute boy?”
“Yes,” he said, flatly.
“Are you my snuggly, cuddly buddy”
“I don’t like to snuggle,” he said, monotone.
I rubbed his fur. “How did I get so lucky?” I wondered.
“Release me,” he demanded.
“I’m going to let you go, but I think you should stay here with me.”
“Okay,” he said, tensing.
“Okay,” I said, nodding. I lifted my hands and let him go.
He dove off the couch.
“Hey!” I cried. “I thought you agreed to stay with me!”
He stopped and looked over his shoulder at me. “I agreed that you wanted me to stay with you,” he said.
I gaped at him. “What are you? Some kind of lawyer?”
“Does ‘lawyer’ mean sleeping in the other room?”
“No.”
“Then no.”
“Freddie is the cutest booooooy,” I sang, dancing across the hardwood. I could tell I was being obnoxious but I was a little bored and he really is the cutest boy. “He’s cuter than all the human boooooooooys!” I ran a little to gain momentum then slid into the living room on my socks.
Freddie stood and jumped to the back of the couch, crouching down to dig his claws in.
“I’m not going to pick you up again,” I said.
He dug in deeper.
I rolled my eyes. “Is it such a bad thing to want to spend time with you?”
“It’s still sleep time,” he grouched. “It’s get up and pace and eat a snack time once the sun square moves to the wall. You can pet me then, but only three times.”
I looked down at the patch of sunlight thrown on the floor by the skylight. It was about a foot from the wall. “Huh,” I said. “I didn’t realize you used the skylight to tell time.”
“I have a very precise schedule,” he sniffed.
“Uh-huh,” I said, nodding. “It’s really, really cute.”
“Grrrr,” he growled.
Later that night, I was in bed under the blankets, dozing lightly. Almost asleep, I felt whiskers on my face.
“Human,” Freddie whispered.
I gave an unintelligible little mumble and burrowed deeper into the blankets. It was finally cool enough to sleep under them and I was in a state of semi-coherent bliss.
“We can spend time together now,” he said.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! May your pooties always show you the time of day, because mine certainly does not.
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