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Beaus and Felines

upon reflection - in other words, lying in bed before falling asleep with random thoughts - I came across an odd revelation: my boyfriend and my cat are alot alike.

now Henry is one of two cats my mother has at her house - he is soft, furry, and desperate to be given LOADS of attention. he gets locked in the cruel cold basement all day while my mother is at work so he won't ingest our lovable hamster and comes upstairs desperate for love. the funny thing is, he expects it by now: my brother is 10, my sister is 12, and he is their favorite toy. he gets coddled, tickled, rumpled, played with, squashed, squished, and hugged to death by at least one of them, if not both. and patiently he bears it, with a long-suffering look on his furry face.

one day I came home from school before that little sibs (haha suckers! you have school till 3!!) and let him out of the basement, wandering back to the couch to read. I didn't touch him, cuddle him, pet him, nothing. then suddenly, he is on my lap, expecting to be given attention NOW because he is ALWAYS the CENTER of attention, get with the program already, let the coddling begin. he was forced to beg for attention, which made me smile; typically, he lies in a fat furry blob on the corner of the futon, looking cute and automatically drawing attention with his Adorable Magnet turned on. he acts like he doesn't want our attention when he thrives on it; meowing loudly, swatting at my hand which was definetely not petting him, and swishing his tail up my nose. he lost his poker face - I'll never believe that long-suffering look he gives when being smothered in love again.

while my boyfriend does not have a furry face or a tail, that character trait of my cat can be found in Dave, too. I'm the more affectionate of the two, so I will shower him with random kisses or hugs as the mood strikes me. For example, the other night he got off of a grueling day at Lowe's and we were just hanging out at my mom's, and being the goof I am, kissed him all over his face. He playfully waved me away, saying "Agh! Cooties!"
"Well fine then - I guess you don't want anything like that," I proclaimed.
A few minutes later, he decided to lean towards me with the exact intentions I'd had for him earlier, and I leaned away. "I don't think so, you don't want to get cooties, remember?"
At which point his incentive doubled and he made sure he kissed me thoroughly.

I just used their own trademark techniques against them: I am so cool.

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