All day yesterday, I sat here, with my toys, playing, all alone. Singing that song, "all by myself". From time to time, I meowed and pleaded with mine Mommy ~ I so want a play date, please, purrr please. She was unmoved, unrelenting, inattentive to my pleas, my words, even to my actions when I reached out, claws extended and managed a good scratch on her leg as she passed by! Oh yes, I heard that "ooowie, June" and saw her applying a band-aid, but it was deserved!
You know, I even tried the infamous "SMUDGE Annoying Look" (which I've been practicing), but even though she is quite fond of Smudge, she was not moved at all by "the S.A. Look". Well, maybe I've not perfected it yet.
And guess what, I even scattered all the toys out of my toy box. Did that bother her? No. I finally tried the ultimate sign of my displeasure, yes, kitties, the final resort. One we kitties should only use in the most extreme of circumstances, when we really really need to get our point across. I did it. I kicked a pooper (and it was a biggie, I was very proud of it) out of the litter-loo box. Right where she HAD to see it! HAD to step over it to use her own litter-loo box! Ha, I said to myself, that will do it, now she'll know I mean business.
But alas. She merely grabbed a stinky Lysol wipe and away it went, you know where. Another few of those wipes on the floor, "easy-peasy" I heard her say, and that was that. A rather muffled "oh, juney" escaped her lips and she went on to other stuff. I was deflated. Truly at a loss as to what to do, how to change her mind. In a muffled voice again, I think I heard, "not gonna happen". Sigh.
🐾 I do so want a play date 🐾
