People and Fur People who are Disciples of Otis,
As you know, I am mostly not OK with being touched by humans. There are exceptions to this though. Once each morning and once each evening, right after he has finished brushing his teeth, I allow the bigger Guardian to pet and brush me in Kitty Valhalla. I don’t ask for much. I simply require that he climb the stairs in a certain way, sit down in the same exact spot every time, and wait for me to approach him. If he does as is required, he will be rewarded with anywhere from three to eight minutes of brushing/petting time. If he deviates at all from the required routine I assume he is probably planning to kill me or something so I get the heck out of there.
Anyway, the Guardian has been very good about complying with my requirements, but the one thing he is bad at is punctuality. And I am very lenient. I usually give him a full five seconds from the time I hear the electric toothbrush turn off to report for duty. This morning though, nearly eleven seconds elapsed after the toothbrush noise ceased before the Guardian appeared at the bottom of the stairs. I made it crystal clear that I was not pleased..
Despite the Guardian’s apparent lack of urgency, I decided to let petting/brushing time go forward. He climbed the stairs and sat in the proper spot, and I approached. The brushing felt good even though it was several seconds late.
I was glad I continued with the brushing session despite the Guardian’s lateness. Since it is now summer, it feels really good to have my excess fur removed, and it’s so much easier to have it brushed off than to lick it off, swallow it, and then barf it back up. During the brushing session though I had an idea. Maybe horking up a hairball or two on his pillow would teach the Guardian a lesson about being on time!
I cut the brushing session short and tore off down the stairs as if I was being chased by a rabid wiener dog. I headed straight to the top of Super Outpost Tabby Tower where I knew I would not be disturbed. There, I “loaded the cannon” so to speak.
So now I have a belly full of fur and I am just waiting for the right time to leave my message on the Guardian’s pillow. Perhaps I will do it tonight while he is brushing his teeth. I should have plenty of time.