Thursday, September 22, 2011

boss man

Porter barges in the bedroom this morning demanding to be pet.

"Meh" Porter says.

"What's that?" I ask.

"MEH!" again, louder. This time he slowly stomps his heavy feet up towards where Mark and I are laying with Charlie. Charlie gets out of the way and curls up near our pillows.


Charlie just blinks. He thinks Porter is so petty when he acts this way.

Porter finally gets his magic petting from Mark. I don't know what it is about the way Mark does it, but Porter knows who to go to when he wants attention. Mark stops petting for a moment and waits for it...

"Meh?" Porter asks.

Mark and I laugh and he continues to pet the fat kitty boy. He pauses again and pats kitty on the leg as you would a dog's backside as a show of affection. Porter doesn't like this.

"MEH!" Porter warns.

We laugh again. This is too easy. Porter tilts his head to the side when he wants his ears scratched. He then shakes his head to let you know that is enough. He walks up so he is standing on Mark's chest, heavy paws and all.

"meh" he begins to purr as he settles in to lay down with us.

These cats know just how to make me smile.