Cats are perplexing creatures.

[kiya]

Arthur started plaguing me again with the twisty thing.

At one point, I got frustrated and rather than flinging the thing away, just dropped it off the edge of the bed.

He gave me a deeply wounded look and went to sleep.



He wanted to play fetch.

He wanted to play fetch.

He has shown no previous signs of ever wanting to play fetch, and only manifests these while I'm trying to sleep.

Comments

[frozencapybara.livejournal.com]

Well, see, it's not about what you want. It's about what he wants.
And what he wants is whatever will drive you nuts at any particular moment. Unless, of course, he wants food. Or just wants attention. Or whatever his little kitty-brain has decided that he wants at that particular moment. Or whatever the messages from the mothership have told him he wants.

("Taichou, my darling kitten, you know I love you, but.... Why are you attempting to consume my bathrobe?")

[songwind.livejournal.com]

"I'm bored! If you wake up and pay attention to me, I'll even play fetch for you! Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease! Even though it's a demeaning dog-game! C'mon!"

[meranthi.livejournal.com]

Betsy's cat does that. Bingo has the brain of a cooked pea, so maybe this isn't too surprising.