As anyone reading this blog may know, Cammie likes to lie on my chest and purr. She will lie very close to my head, so close she can bump my chin with her own head now and then. That’s pleasant for both of us. The other night, however, she varied her routine. For some reason, she faced the other way. That was pleasant for only one of us.
The princess looked toward my feet, while presenting her nether region to me. I can’t even write that it was a view of her bum, because it was too close for my eyes to focus on it. I managed to fold her tail down between myself and more objectionable parts of feline anatomy, but that solved only part of the problem. One of her rear feet, on which she places most of her weight, was squarely upon my larynx. My cat was slowly strangling me.
But she was purring, so I was loathe to interrupt her.
Fortunately, before I passed out, or died, Cammie ended our time together. I usually regret that moment, but this time, I was curiously relieved. I’m not sure which I found more offensive: the princess’s paw pushing into my throat, or her bum aimed at my face. But at least she was enjoying herself…
lol. Thanks for the laugh, John. She obviously fully trusts you to face the other way.
ReplyDelete{ we is laffin R cat buttz off.....but ina good way }
ReplyDeletemy stars girl; you need to be inducted into the "family" ;)
your dad should be thanx full you don't like ..beans ☺☺☺ hugs from da codd mother =^..*= ♥♥♥
"That was pleasant for only one of us."
ReplyDeleteWell, that cracked me up, as did the rest of your post!
Perhaps it's a special sign of affection and/or acceptance--the cat butt in one's face. Oh, and of course the attempted strangulation. If so, I can only presume Cammie thinks very highly of you! :-D
Ahh! The joys of cat ownership! Isn't it great to be loved, John?? :-)
ReplyDeleteat least SHE enjoyed it - haha. Mom woke up the other night cause Dandelion was shoving his paws into her throat....
ReplyDeleteMaybe she's guarding you, John. With Tucker being the new boy in town she might feel he's going to take away her cherished spot on her beloved dad's chest.
ReplyDeleteI mean Parker not Tucker. Gosh, I'm such a bean head! A couple of days ago I was calling one of my cats because it was his medication time but he wasn't coming. Then I realized I was calling the wrong name.
ReplyDeleteThat happens to me all the time, especially now that Parker is here: Tucker, Parker, Tucker, Parker. I'm sure Tucker doesn't appreciate being mistaken for the new boy.
DeleteSami does that to me occasionally. It's definitely not the most pleasant viewpoint of a cat.
ReplyDeleteIf you were to pick her up and turn her around would she just leave in a huff?
Ha! I never thought of simply turning her around.
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