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I could cut the disdain with a knife
By Liz Palika
August 27, 2010
It just so happened that Xena the Warrior Princess Cat was giving herself a bath on my bed when I walked by with a camera in hand.
The disdain on her face is, well, quite obvious.
I didn’t do it on purpose. I wasn’t trying to set her up. I didn’t put something sticky or dirty on her nether parts. She just happened to be looking less than dignified.
The flash going off didn’t make her think any less of me, though, because I doubt she could think any less of me. In her own way she likes my husband Paul. She’ll jump up on the arm of his recliner when he gets home in the evening and she’ll invite him to pet her for a moment or two. And then she’ll curl up to nap on the back of his chair.
Me? I feed her, clean her litter box, put the flea-prevention stuff on her, comb her, and do everything else to make sure she’s well fed and healthy. But I’m scum. In part I think because she was born feral and I caught her as a kitten by chasing her down in a parking lot. I don’t think she’s ever really forgiven me for that. Although after she has bitten me a few times I’ve offered to take her back to the parking lot. At rush hour. With lots of cars around. But I don’t.
So, since I’m already scum, I guess I’ll continue to take photos when she’s in a compromising position. Yep, I think I will.
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LOVE THIS, Liz!
Comment by David S. Greene — August 27, 2010 @ 11:17 am
She really does think that little of me. heck it’s been nine years since I chased down in the parking lot. You’d think she’d have forgiven me by now. Hummpphhh…..
Comment by Liz Palika — August 27, 2010 @ 11:23 am
Now there’s no love
As true as the love
That dies untold
“It Makes No Difference” by J.R. Robertson
Comment by Mark — August 27, 2010 @ 11:40 am
Mark: I know, I know, and yes, I do love the Warrior Cat. I just wished she would allow me to show it beyond cleaning her litter box. She does make it tough.
Comment by Liz Palika — August 27, 2010 @ 12:03 pm
I am so lucky, Pilgrim my yellow tabby loves to have his picture taken. When he sees me getting the camera out , he comes running. Both he and Molly stand by the table and fight over who gets to get up on the table to perform. It helps that tasty treats are included. Pilgrim is the cover cat on the Browntrout Literate Cats calendar. He has a good work ethic.
Comment by Jean — August 27, 2010 @ 12:05 pm
I’m thinking this photo is not going to help improve your compromised position with her…
Comment by Ingrid King — August 27, 2010 @ 12:27 pm
We had a cat like that.. born feral, found as a kitten, made sure she was well cared for her whole life. She was fond of “love bites” when being pet and she said hello with a friendly claw swipe at your ankles—she’d be purring the whole time.
Comment by Melissa Duffy — August 27, 2010 @ 12:29 pm
You need to change your name to “Gabrielle.”
Comment by Christie Keith — August 27, 2010 @ 12:32 pm
Ingrid: I’m not going to show it to her! smile…
Christie: Don’t think I haven’t thought about it!
Melissa: They may be love bites with Paul but they are not with me!
Comment by Liz Palika — August 27, 2010 @ 1:11 pm
Love this post, Liz.
Recently a neighbor commented that my fickle cat Snowflake is very lucky he lives with me. Neighbor said, “Because most people would not put up with that cat’s attitude.”
It’s a cat, dude!
That’s what I like about them.
Snowflake inspires me to sing Katy Perry’s song Hot n Cold,”You’re hot then you’re cold / You’re yes then you’re no / You’re in then you’re out / You’re up then you’re down.”
Sounds like Xena is not fickle but has chosen. And it’s not you.
But you love her anyway. Or, at least sometimes.
Comment by ericka — August 27, 2010 @ 2:04 pm
Our now-not-so-little ex-feral P’Gell loves me, and fears my husband. Doesn’t matter that he’s never been scary, and I’m the one who does such unpleasant things as clip her claws and groom her. I hug her and give her a smooch on the head, and she purrs like a little motorboat; he pets her ‘as gently as if she were a hummingbird,’ and she hisses, snaps, and runs away.
The last few weeks she has relaxed enough to sleep on him when he’s already asleep. So I have hope. It’s only taken two years, after all.
Comment by Eucritta — August 27, 2010 @ 3:02 pm
Ericka: I know she’s chosen and it’s not me. And my feelings are a little hurt, yes, because I do care about her.
But I do know she’s a cat and cats do these things. I’ve had cats all my life and in childhood my best friend was a tabby named Bootsie. She lived to be 19 years old. SHE liked me! smile….
Eucritta: Xena’s had 9 years! I doubt she’s ever going to let me pet her! smile….
Comment by Liz Palika — August 27, 2010 @ 3:41 pm
I feel for you. I know what it’s like to bust your rear caring for a total ingrate. I like to think that what we ain’t gettin’ back in love, we’re gettin’ back in good Kharma points!
Comment by Rori — August 27, 2010 @ 3:59 pm
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA oh I laughed, I cried…
Comment by Phyllis DeGioia — August 27, 2010 @ 4:10 pm
Good kharma points - that’s it! I can go for that.
Comment by Liz Palika — August 27, 2010 @ 7:05 pm