Tis better to have petted and lost, than to have never petted at all

 

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Cats are a fairly complex creature.
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Scaredy Cat used to like to lie on my chest for long periods of time being petted. She was one of the most affectionate cats I’ve ever known.
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Then last month she got sprayed by a skunk and stunk to the high heavens.

So every time she tried to climb on my chest I’d go “UGGHH!! NO!!! GET OUT OF HERE!!”

Scaredy Cat would look at me with this hurt expression, like, “Whatever happened to our special love??” And slink off into the woods with her tail between her legs.

After about 3 weeks the skunk smell finally faded away. So I welcomed Scaredy Cat back to her rightful place on my chest. “C’mere you, you big fat cat!”

But Scaredy Cat would walk just within arm’s reach of me. And then when I’d reach out to pet her, she’d give me this haughty look.  Stick her nose in the air.  And turn and trot of into the woods. It was the classic spurned-lover move. “You can’t reject ME! I reject YOU!”

So this went on for about 3 weeks. Until this morning. When Scaredy Cat finally decided to lie back down on my chest. I guess she’s forgiven me.

Cats. Ha ha.