But Dave is a very particular kind of cat person. He likes dog-cats. The kind of cats who are snuggly, mischevious, but not overly so - and above all else - obedient.
He was a good cat.
Yeah... my cats aren't like that.
But Dave still tries to impose rules on them... rules like "Don't sit in my chair."
|"I am queen kitty - this is my throne"|
She's been enjoying it aaaaaaaaaaaaallll week.
Rule # 2 "Don't sleep on my pillow"
But before Rocky came along, Dave and Tux had a little power struggle. Dave wasn't living with me yet, and was only there on weekends. I'd just adopted Tux, and he took offense to the fact that this long-haired interloper came in two nights a week and stole his side of the bed. Now that the cats are banished at bedtime, it's even worse. Tux loves to make a point of going in an laying on Dave's pillow whenever he can.
Dave has taken to piling his blanket on top of his pillow when he gets up in the morning, and sometimes, he takes the pillow off the bed all together. But he forgot to do so before he left for the cottage...
Rule # 3. "No begging. Don't feed the cats from your plate"
|"Mmm extra old cheddar!"|