It’s been a hard knock life for an orange man these days.
First, Marmie rejected my finest gift. Then, on Friday, I was stuck in the evil moving death trap for two hours.
I thought things could get no worse.
Until yesterday, when Marmie and Diddy came home with several different varieties of natural, healthy cat food.
You see, we’ve been through this before. Marmie is a health food fanatic, and for awhile there, she was trying to impose her ridiculous food philosophies on me.
But I showed her who’s boss.
Here’s the secret…when she fed me something I didn’t like. I simply took one whiff, refused to put a single morsel in my mouth, and acted as if she’d never fed me.
And then– every time she’d get up from the couch, I’d run to where she kept my real food and look up at her expectantly.
I could really make her feel guilty.
There was also the trick where I’d start eating her human food.
But that didn’t always have the intended effect. It just seemed to make her mad.
When neither of the above tactics worked their magic, all I had to do was disrupt her sleep. I’d begin at 3 a.m.: pawing her in the face, playing with Mouse in the bed, and pouncing on the little piggies that roam beneath her covers.
A combination of these methods seemed to work quite well, so I’m surprised Marmie has chosen to continue this fight.
But I’m not worried. With my handsome good looks, it really is quite easy to get my way around here.
So, Marmie, if this is the way it’s gonna be. Game on.