I picked Freddie up and kissed his face. His body was curled into the shape of a comma, his feet up near his face, and he was frowning at me. “Human, no, let me walk.”
“But then you won’t go where I want you,” I pointed out, reasonably.
“I’ll go where I want me,” he shot back.
I sighed and set him gently back on the floor. “I just want to spend time with you,” I said. “It’s a three day weekend so we have lots of time to cuddle and relax!”
He gave me a frustrated huff and walked away.
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I heard the thump of Freddie’s kitty condo hitting the wall next to it. That sound meant he had run up the side of it and had landed in the basket on the top. He’s a large cat and they don’t really make cat trees strong enough to handle his weight. Or at least, not ones I can afford. So the heft of him always made the thing wobble and smack into the wall.
“Freddieeeeeeee,” I whined, looking over at the corner where his cat tree stood. “Come sit with me!”
He turned in a circle and lay down, curling his body along the sides of the basket. I could see only his eyes, ears, and his tail hanging down through the hole in the basket where a much smaller cat was supposed to climb through to get to the top. The tip of his tail swished gently back and forth, showing he was awake but content.
I patted the couch next to me. “Come sit,” I invited.
He watched me over the side of the basket.
“Come on,” I enticed.
“No,” he said, and closed his eyes.
On my way back from the bathroom I paused at the cat tree to pet Freddie. He gave a little chirp as I woke him with my fingers in his fur. He rolled over on his head giving me better access to his belly. I obliged and rubbed the fur there. “Do you like that?” I asked.
“Good,” he murmured.
“That’s good?” I wondered.
“Like it,” he purred.
“There’s more where this came from if you come sit with me,” I crooned.
He curled his body around my arm and bit me.
I rubbed the abused skin of my arm, glaring over at the cat tree where the culprit slept peacefully. “Terrible bitey cat,” I grumbled. “Won’t even cuddle with me.”
Over in the corner, he let out a loud snore. I giggled. “You’re so damn cute,” I called over at him.
He slept on.
As I walked past his cat tree on my way to the laundry room to move my clothes from the washer to the dryer, something snagged the sleeve of my shirt and jerked me back. I turned my head and saw that Freddie had ahold of my sleeve in one murder mitten.
“Oh, now you want attention?” I grumbled.
He jerked his paw towards his body, forcing me to move if I didn’t want my shirt ripped. “I’m glad you got my shirt and not my skin,” I observed, reaching over to free myself. As soon as his paw was free it shot back out again to grab me. I dodged him.
“Hold on,” I said, laundry forgotten, and ran over to grab one of his fishing toys. I jogged back to him and immediately began to dangle it over him. He watched it closely, then rose to his hind legs to grab it. We did this for a few minutes, and then he simply stopped, sat, and stared at me.
“Done?” I asked.
He plopped down on his side and curled back up, his back to me.
“I guess you’re done,” I said.
”You’re really going to spend all day up there?” I called to him from the couch.
He stared at me from over the side of the basket but did not respond.
”Are you going to spend all weekend up there? It’s a long weekend!”
His tail gave a little shake, but he didn’t answer.
”All summer?”
Nothing.
”I’m going to miss you if you spend all summer there.”
He closed his eyes.
“You’re gonna spend all summer there, aren’t you?”
“Maybe,” he chirped.
“I’m glad you like it, but I wish I could cuddle you more.”
“Cuddles are for cold,” he said, sagely.
“And ignoring is for hot,” I finished.
“Yes,” he agreed.
I rolled my eyes.
I startled awake and looked around confused, not sure what had woken me.
“Human, move your leg,” Freddie demanded.
And with that I knew what had woken me up.
I moved my leg so he could climb onto the foot rest and lie down. “We’re cuddling now?” I croaked, not fully awake.
“It’s time,” he agreed.
I shifted, a little uncomfortable. “I need the bathroom,” I told him, watching as he rested his head on my ankle. “I guess it can wait,” I added.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! It’s starting to warm up, so Freddie wants to be in the same room as the humans less and less. Last year he moved his summer hibernation spot from the living room sofa to the top of the cat tree, which was nice because we could see him and pet him on our way to and from the bathroom and laundry room. Still, I always miss him when it gets hot.