A few years ago a co-worker told me about some research she’d read stating that, if we own cats, our lives are controlled by these feline friends. I laughed at the time but now I’m thinking that study may have been correct.
What’s the first thing I do in the morning? Feed the cats.
Where do I sit? Anywhere the cats are not.
Have I ever changed the channel on the TV to pacify my cats? Of course. If one of them seems agitated by what they’re hearing or seeing on the screen, click goes the remote. Well, sometimes I just mute it for a time.
If both cats are showing me a lot of attention, I’m fairly certain that in their furry little minds it’s time for dinner. Even if it’s only 3:00 in the afternoon.
My world is better with my cats, so I don’t mind their control. I do, however, sometimes get annoyed with others controlling my life. For example, my local grocery store chose to stop stocking my favorite juice. I know the manager there so I asked him why, and he didn’t have an answer. They sold plenty of it. Perhaps it was a supply issue, he suggested.
At my job I had to work a series of pretty crummy shifts because of a co-worker who took a whopping eight weeks off for her daughter’s wedding. As you might imagine, this woman is pretty controlling in a number of ways–how many brides would allow their mother that much oversight?
Management approved this time off and couldn’t hire anyone to replace her or they would have been overstaffed when she came back. Not that they should be worrying about that. She’s asked for another three weeks off in the short time since she’s returned.
I don’t know who I’m more critical of in that case, my co-worker or management.
Of course as I gripe about this I wonder if there are areas in which I’m taking advantage of anyone else. I don’t think I am–I’m pretty sensitive to that sort of thing–but you never know who might be muttering under their breath about you.
Anyway, the bottom line is, none of us has complete control of our lives.
I just wish the cats would give me my chair back.
haha! I love this, Belinda. Piper and Parker wait until I get up from a chair, and then one or the other takes it over. They curl up into this adorable little ball and feign sleeping. No one falls asleep that fast! So I sit somewhere else. As I should.
Your co-worker, on the other hand…. grrr-rrr. I’d be a bit ticked off.
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Cats are great at feigning sleep, aren’t they? I guess they know we won’t bother sleeping beauties.
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This is pretty funny – I am imagining what would happen if you took your chair back. 🙂
Glad you have fur babies that add joy to your life.
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I don’t think I’d get very far in any efforts to reclaim my chair 🙂 Those cats can turn into lead weights when they want to do so!
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Our cat circles me like a shark until I give up my seat, so that he can watch tv with my husband. I give in every time!
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What else can you do? If my mom was visiting me and sat in my cat’s spot on the sofa, he “talked” to her until she moved. But they’re worth it 🙂
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