While BC has become my office mate, and is especially present to “help” in the afternoon, WC has retired from all such obligations. She is on the feline equivalent of Social Security and Medicare. In cat terms that means she meows and we do whatever she wants. The meow is usally one of two things – either a strident demand for me to get to the kitchen and put more wet food on her plate, or a strident but plaintive cry for my husband to sit back down on the couch so she can snuggle. BC wonders why SHE doesn’t get a plateful of wet food every hour, so I have to buy her off with catnip-flavored greenies. WC has yet to demand a place on my husband’s keyboard, but she HAS gone back to utilizing her hiding spot on top of one of his other desktops (really floor model). It’s very warm there, and safe. I’ve found her sitting next to the electric radiator in the breakfast room and snuggled up next to the hot-air humidifier in the sunroom. Ahhh, the life of a retiree – eat, sleep, snuggle.
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Retirement is very lazy. #iwantacat
WC seems to be a champion at it. 🙂
Awww I love that sweet WC.
Jinjer – doesnt she have such a sweet face? Hard to reconcile that with her meow that can shatter glass and tumble tall buildings. 🙂 Hark! I hear her cry now….
Yesss that face! Oh Lord, Marilyn uses that glass shattering meow whenever I’m on a zoom call for work!!!! She hates “talking on da telephone”.