Cats are funny. They have a subtle way of communicating with their humans.
Moo Cat has been banished from my campsite by the other cats. But none of them were around last night. So Moo Cat worked up the courage to sneak up to my campsite in the middle of the night and wake me up from a sound sleep. She jumped up on top of my chest. But when I went to pet her — like I usually do — she immediately stepped off of me.
Then she climbed on top of me again. But when I went to pet her? Same thing. She stepped off of me. She repeated this pattern for about a minute, pacing back and forth from one side of me to the other. Until I finally figured out what she was trying to communicate to me:
“The hell with this petting stuff. I’M HUNGRY!!!”
I opened up a can of tuna fish and plopped it into the cat food dish. Which she quickly gobbled down.
Then she sauntered back over and climbed back on top of my chest. And STAYED there this time. And gave me a look that said:
“NOW you may pet me.”
Ha ha. Cats.