Tonight I cooked a chicken casserole.
Comfort food
Jewish penicillin
I ate massive bowls of it in front of the fire
Watching Australia on tv
The Baz Luhrmann epic from 2008
A sob fest
Weaver appeared
Sitting on the stairs looking at me eating with hateful eyes.
Her gentle sister was sat on the trendy blue couch with the Welsh
Legs tucked under her chest, her eyes closed in happy company.
I pulled a piece of chicken from my bowl and waved it at Weaver
She cocked her head with attitude.
Like the alien did to Sigourney Weaver
“ Come on you little bitch “ I called
“ I’ve got chicken “
Weaver chunnered gently, her teeth chattered
I ignored her
Weaver circled the room knocking Christmas cards off the bookcase with attitude.
It took her 20 minutes for her to finally appear at my feet
I ignored her
To be fair she had the final chutzpah to tap my knee five times with a sheathed paw
So hoping for a bonding moment I held up a large piece of chicken from my empty bowl.
She took it as if she was doing me a favour and walked to the centre of the room rug to eat every bit , her eyes never leaving the dogs who had woken up by the mini drama but who collectively were too fearful to start something.
I picked up another piece of chicken and held it up hopefully…and
Weaver walked off to the kitchen
And I could hear her peeing on the door mat before she smashed herself through the cat flap
She even did that with attitude
Weaver's no slut or pushover. You have your work cut out with that one. She knows she comes from royalty!
ReplyDeleteOh, she's got some real cattitude! Living life on her own terms. One day she'll mellow, perhaps... xx
ReplyDeleteYou are late tonight …I’ve already had two martinis
ReplyDeleteLee x
Lee I’ve had one big one
DeleteKeith
Xx
I had wine ...
DeleteHugs!
Three now
DeleteLee
You are indefatigable in attempting to get a relationship going with that cat. I admire your tenacity. I love animals but would want to lock the door on her!
ReplyDeleteNina
I will be giving up,fairly soon
DeleteSo sorry that Weaver is determined to be a difficult cat, nothing like her wonderful namesake at all. She reminds me of our kitten who steadfastly peed where she wanted to so we had to relinquish her despite the fact she loved me so. Not, of course, enough that she would pee where she should.
ReplyDeleteWishing you well in making the best of the situation or relinquishing her.
Hugs!
I know cats are independent, but Weaver goes way beyond independent.
ReplyDeleteoh, that Weaver. She is one bad ass cat! I had a cat like her once named Penelope...no amount of TLC, chicken, beef, liver or gentle words would get her to warm into my household...she disappeared one day mysteriously....and much to my dismay....I was not saddened by that. I do hope Weaver will turn over a kinder leaf.....but time will tell!
ReplyDeleteSusan M/ Calif.
Weaver is a cat. Need I say more?
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