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Caturday Pootie Diary: A high demand relationship [1]
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Date: 2025-03-22
I kicked off my shoes and reclined my seat, ready to catch up on Reacher. Freddie jumped onto the couch next to me.
“Hey, little guy,” I said, petting him with one hand and picking up the remote with the other. I turned on my show, ignoring it as the ads began to play. “C’mere,” I said, patting my lap and spreading my legs to give him room.
He sat and stared at my face.
I frowned. “Come sit with me,” I said, patting harder.
He just stared.
I sighed. “It’s too hot for the blanket,” I said.
He didn’t move, just stared.
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Rolling my eyes, I picked up the blanket that was piled on the cushions behind him. I lifted it over his head, careful not to brush him with it, and shook it out over my lap.
Before it had landed he started to climb onto it. “Hold on,” I said, brushing him back so I could straighten it out in a way that would keep it from annoying me. Once it was over me, I dropped my arm and let him climb on.
He settled in quickly. “It’s too hot for this,” I said again. It wasn’t hot exactly, but the weather had warmed a bit after the big storms had ended and it was enough to make the furry blanket unnecessary.
He ignored me and stretched out, tucking his head so his chin pointed at the ceiling.
"I’m not watching this to see him naked,” I explained to Freddie, watching as the star of the show disrobed. “I’m watching for the plot.”
“Okay,” Freddie said.
“He’s very fit,” I observed.
“Sure,” he responded.
“But I’m not objectifying him. It’s just a really good show,” I said, not taking my eyes off the screen.
“Clothing is weird,” Freddie said. Suddenly, he stood and jumped to the ground.
“Where are you going?” I demanded. “I put this blanket on for you!”
“Boom!” I murmured, watching as things blew up on the tv. “Sure wish Freddie were here to enjoy this with me.”
“Human!” Freddie yelled from the hallway.
“What is it?” I yelled back.
“Humannnnnnn!” he howled.
I rolled my eyes. “I can’t chase you right now!” I called back.
His howls only got louder.
Shaking my head, I flipped the blanket off my lap.
I bent my knees and held my hands up like crab claws. “I’m coming to get you!” I told Freddie, opening and closing my “claws” as I crab walked toward him.
He opened his mouth in a grin, turned, and ran out of the hallway.
I gave chase, stopping when he jumped into his empty Chewy box.
“Safe!” he laughed, rubbing his head on the side of the box.
I bent down and vigorously rubbed his fur. “You won!” I said. There were several spots in the house that Freddie had designated as “safe” during our game, and always ran straight to them when I chased him. There was the Chewy box, the top of his old cat tower (he still won’t climb the new one), and the back of the living room couch. I’m not sure why or how Freddie decided those spots signaled the end of the chase, I just knew that he had made the rules and I had to follow them.
The sound of gunfire erupted from the television screen and I looked up, realizing with dismay that I had failed to pause my program. I straightened and watched as the hero ran from the bad guys.
Bending once more, I scooped the cat up and straightened.
“Human, no,” he said. “The box is safe.”
“I know,” I said, walking around the couch. “But the game ended and you were declared the winner.”
He gave a half-hearted struggle, but mostly just allowed me to hold him. I sat back in my spot and, taking one hand off him, reclined my seat again. Once I was settled, I lowered him to the spot between my legs.
He frowned up at me. Another series of ads had started so I gave him my full attention. “What?” I asked.
His frown turned into a glare.
“Ridiculous,” I said, picking up the blanket.
The sound of Freddie’s yowl reverberated around the room. There was something about that hallway that caused sound to carry. That was probably why he always chose that place to make his voice heard, I mused.
“Come back to me!” I yelled back. “I can’t chase you right now!”
He continued to call for me, and I ignored it. He stomped into the room and glared at me from the floor.
“When did you become so high maintenance?” I asked. “You were a rescue.”
He walked under my footrest and sat on the floor in front of the screen door. I watched him as he watched the backyard.
On the television, a yacht exploded.
"These episodes always end on a cliffhanger,” I told Freddie, finally settled and loafed on my lap. “But they don’t need to. I’m going to keep watching.”
“For the plot,” he said.
I watched as the main character ran into the building where the bad guys were waiting. “Uh-huh,” I said.
The credits began to roll and I turned it off. I looked down at Freddie. “I could chase you now,” I offered.
He closed his eyes. “No chase, only bed,” he said.
I grinned down at him. “I like to be your bed,” I said.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! This is just a typical night here at Casa Freddie. He has recently begun to demand I get up and play with him, but that makes me happy because it means he’s feeling pretty good. Also the part about him developing rules to our chase game and expecting me to follow them is totally true. He’s got me trained well.
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