He doesn't get like this all the time - but when he does, I just want to scream.
Well, that's kind of what I did. He ran away, ended up staring at me from his litter box as I ranted and raved. I began to calm down and he went ripping around the place again. So, I put him out on the front porch. Don't worry, he'd already chosen to spend time out there this morning - he loves it, no matter the temperature. But, I shut the door on him and came back inside for a few minutes. Ok, I love the little bugger so I wouldn't dare leave him out very long without an escape, but DAMN I was mad at him.
A few minutes passed and I walked back over. He was standing on his back legs looking in the window. Could he be any more pathetic? I opened the door, he came in, wove his way around my legs, rubbed on my feet and promptly ripped back into crazy cat. Sigh. But, at least by then, I had calmed down. I had to put the print up out of sight so that I didn't keep getting angry about it, but I was calmer.
Then, a friend posted a video to me (you have to watch this - it was so TB this morning).
Our expectations of each other are so far off from who we actually are that we end up arguing and throwing tantrums. My cat is a cat. In fact, he's worse than just a cat - he's a kitten (who just found a way to knock one more thing off my wall as I type this - fortunately, it was only bamboo and will survive). I want him to be all grown up and cuddly, intelligent enough to know what I want from him. He simply wants to be a kitten.
What do you want to be when everyone expects you to be something else? How badly does this mess us up?
I'll keep trying, I guess ... I'll keep failing, but I will keep trying.
And, since I can't NOT post a picture of him here, he's been really attracted to the light bulb in my lamp. Everytime I pull the camera out to grab a picture, he gets interested in the camera, but I loved the way the lighting happened in this photo.