Monday, November 9, 2015

On Cats and Popcorn

This is Zeus, a tuxedo cat.  He's always dressed for dinner.  Isn't he a handsome fellow?

Zeus originally belonged to my brother, Bob, who dropped him off with Mom when he headed out to Wisconsin.  Mom liked Zeus and wouldn't give him back.  Now I'm stuck with him.

This is food.  Zeus believes it's cat food.

Cat Food

The evening routine during snack time, which I generally have on a TV tray while watching the news, is for Zeus to quietly hop up onto the arm of my chair.  He then stares and purrs.  When that doesn't work, he escalates.  So the routine is:

  • Hop up
  • Stare
  • Stare and purr
  • Stare, purr and meow

  • Headbutt
  • Wave paw at food

Wave Paw at Food
If paw waving is ignored, he escalates to the paw tap.

  • Tap with paw, claws sheathed
  • Tap with paw, one claw extended
  • Tap with paw, climbing gear deployed
  • Aggressive paw wave at food

If I want to keep my boyish good looks, I'm forced to distribute a morsel of food.

Feeding the Alligator
If Zeus is the resident, does that make me the government?  And if I'm the government, is this welfare?  I'll ponder this tonight as I, once again, placate the masses.  I'm up for election next year.


  1. Haha. That is cute! Thanks for sharing!

  2. This is to funny! Yep,,,,! That is what cats do. Cute! Loved this story!