Fame

It goes to the head.

Even though he doesn’t read, he knew. He knew he was being read about, thought about, and admired from afar. He knew people were talking about how handsome a boy he is.

And he likes it.

He likes the attention. Being a very metaphysical cat, he knows energy follows intention. So he could feel all of you energetically stroking his lustrous coat from afar. He could sense your scratches underneath his chin and around his ears. He could hear you murmuring gently in his ear, “Tigger, Tigger. You’re such a good boy. Such a good kitty.”

Seduction

It’s all so seductive, you know.

He won’t leave me alone now. He’s perched here on the arm of the couch as I try to write a new post. It’s as if he won’t get out of my mind. “It’s about me again, right Mommy?” he asks.

Tigger! Stop asking for, for—

Ugghhh. He wants more.

More attention. More photos. More soft food.

Oh yeah. Here it comes. The look. Those eyes…

Ok, I get it. Sure. Yep. Well, it’s not as if we couldn’t have seen where this was headed.

Catnip. Top of the list.

He wants catnip. For being such a good boy.