turns out it’s no coincidence that cat rhymes with brat
every day when siggimus comes home from work, the little furry critter waits next to the door & starts grunting & mini-meowing to indicate that siggimus is to play & cuddle
this instant
so, siggimus tries to locate the toy (not easy!) to play a bit
so, when siggimus finds the toy, he picks it up & throws it, along the floor, to the furthest end of casa siggimusum – all the way over to the east wing
at which, ugla the cat shoots off like a rocket, chasing after it, generally coming to a screeching halt on the slippery parquet floor. only occasionally bumping into things a bit
mostly, this goes well
1,2 seconds after she reaches the toy, the joy of the hunt fades & the grunting & half-meowing starts anew
occasionally, she will pick up the toy, run to siggimus & drop it at his feet
occasionally as in once every 63 times or so
the other times, she gives siggimus a puppy-eyed (yes, yes) look & half-meows a bit more. even half miaaaaas a bit. appealing to siggimuses infamous kindness & generosity of spirit
being a kind & generous spirit, siggimus does her bidding
repeat 150-200 times, or until right after siggimus collapses into a panting lump of wheeze on the floor, having run two and a half marathons (at least!)
not that siggimus is complaining (siggimus would never do that!), but a bit of gratitude would be appreciated. do you hear that, ugla?
update: seriously, some of those sounds are a kind of blend between meowing, purring & something that could come out of miss piggy. even more annoying at 5 in the morning…
updated update: ‘cuddling’, for ugla involves siggimus risking various extremities in petting her or rubbing. this pleases her greatly momentarily, but typically evolves into her trying to bite sizable chunks off of said extremities within seconds. maybe this is because she can’t go out to hunt birds or mice?
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