Playdate rules
To whom it may concern:
The next time you take care of my cat there will be a few ground rules firmly in place, signed upon, handshake-agreed, and blood-oath sworm before care gets underway.
First) you *will* get addicted to my kitten. He can't help that he's so cute and perfect in every way, or that he runs with his fuzzy little kitten butt up in the air, or that he's a bundle of soft, luxurious, fluffy long hair you won't be able to keep yourself from petting or sniffing, or that when he meows little squeaks come out instead of menacing, manly roars. The responsibility is on your, and only your, shoulders to control your Indigo-dependency without a weaning cycle upon completion of care. (Except at 3 in the morning when he's waking me up to play. You can have him then.)
Second) hands are for petting, not playing.... even when your hands are covered in Cheeto residue. I won't have a biter living in this house.
Third) just because he can't see what you're doing on the counter and whines with the cutest, most pathetic little meows you've ever heard in your life does NOT mean you can put him on the countertops, and then ON TOP OF MY CABINETS, and proceed to take pictures of him breaking all Sophie's rules. Bad, bad babysitter.
Fourth) Hot dates with your girl kitty encouraged.
Tell her to get her temper under control before the next date, tho.
Fifth) you're welcome to come visit my kitten any time you like. Just so long as you bring him presents. And some for me too.
A new contract will be available for you to sign and date shortly before the next care cycle begins. Thank you for your cooperation.
~The Kitten's Management
PS - One more thing. NO CRAWLING ON THE CURTAINS.
Comments
OMG, you are SUCH a pet owner!! This is freaking hilarious!!?!!
As a former beautiful kitty owner, I totally understand your rules :-)
The photo is great!
Thanks kaydee! The best part about this photo is watching my little man stand his ground. Ain't no woman gonna make him back down, yo! ;-)
Your little boy has already taken on that "Who the hell do you think you're dealing with here buddy" signature Sophie stance.
*sniffle*
It makes me so proud...You go little Indie ;))
The masochism tango dance shall happen for a few days with all not-so-cute-anymore (i.e. older than half a year) cats. I wish, for Indie's sake, it were as simple as finding an exotic out-of-towner, but, alas, no such loopholes in Feline Kingdom.
Next time, give her a breath mint, Indie, and say "no catnip mouse for you!"
For the record, I indulged this impudent little furball's mauling for hours. Forgetting my age and chasing him around like I haven't chased since I was a kitten, and letting him hunt and stalk me in return. I even let him chase my lovely tail. My tail, for the love of everything feline!
And what do I get when I need a break and am playing with a mouse? A spoiled rugrat jumping off the couch I'm not allowed to go on and making a rather ungraceful and utterly uncatlike landing next to my head. Maybe Sopheava enjoys young men pouncing and crawling all over her, but I had that urge fixed a long time ago.
Then to top it off, he curls up in my rightful place on my owner's chest for a nap! This generation has no respect. I was tempted to leave Sopheava a surprise under her bed but I'm too much a lady for that.
*meow*