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Daisy, Marko


Posted on 2013.09.14 at 00:00
Current Location: 67114

I went on my daily walk Monday only to find Marko wanted to follow me. This rarely turns out well. Monday was no different. Ever since DRE he's been more...needy. His calling meow is different; more visceral - no, raw. It intones a longing I've not heard him use before.

So Monday he basically halted my walk for the morning. He'd been out all night, and followed me from the house, followed behind me calling to me until I stopped, and finally, sat down (he was even there to knock my glasses and hat off during my push-ups at The Path offshoot, so it was really no contest - he won).

On Tuesday, however, I stealthy exited the house and made a wide berth to The Path - bypassing any sighting by Marko. I was victorious! Starting into my walk Marko suddenly jumped out of the cattails at me, "Meow!" I knew I was doomed. I tried to ignore him, I did, but he fell behind meowing that new pathetic meow of his, and the further he fell behind, the louder he got. It was embarrassing - like being in a crowded grocery store and your child won't stop screaming no matter how you try to pacify them.

I finally stopped, but he didn't start running toward me until I knelt down, and by that time he was panting. I scooped him up, intent on carrying him while I continued, but he was panting so hard I looked behind me a couple of times certain a dog was following us it was so loud. And that's how I did another lap, intermittently carrying him, until he saw a grasshopper or the like then leaping from my arms until the following/meowing/panting.

I finally got him the house.

Wednesday, he came running towards me from the wheat field behind my neighbor's house as soon as he saw me. I ferried him indoors and had a great workout the next three days!


michelle1963 at 2013-09-14 05:58 (UTC) (Link)
Cats simply do not take "no" for an answer.

In my studies, I may have a lap full of books or the iPad open reading the text on the Kindle app, only to find that this productivity means nothing to either of my cats. Lovebug will gingerly make her way into my lap, looking around with puzzlement as if she just doesn't know why all this stuff is in her way, while Max, on the other hand, tromps over everything, knocking whatever is in his way to the floor. Bottom line, despite the two different approaches, when my lap is their target, they ultimately get their way. Trying to dissuade them does not work. I have tried.

Edited at 2013-09-14 05:59 am (UTC)
dawaioser at 2013-09-14 21:15 (UTC) (Link)
Hahahahaha...that's crazy!
Artemis' Chew Toy
tattooedraven at 2013-09-15 19:16 (UTC) (Link)
Aha! Dude our neighbor's cat used to do this to us too! His name was Chaos, nuff said. But anyhoo, we, on more than one occasion, ended up carrying a ginger cat with us through our evening walks. Although he was content to go with us, one of us had a VERY furry shirt by walks end.
raingirl26 at 2013-09-17 05:40 (UTC) (Link)
We know who rules the roost (and the path). And haven't we always known?

Right now Jinks is occupying most of the dining room table chair that I'm sitting on to type this. At least he's warm.
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