Emotional blackmail
Mat the Cat: I would like a treat, please. (My cats are haughty but polite.)
Me: This is not a treat day. Your next treat is on Friday.
Mat: I would like one now.
Me: No, we don’t want you to get super-fat.
Mat: I am not fat, I am big-boned.
Me: This is not a negotiation. No treats till Friday.
Mat tries poor, pitiful expression (See photo).
Me: Your acting does not sway me.
Mat makes like he’s going to sleep. Moments later he starts wheezing as if he has asthma.
Me: Why are you wheezing?
Mat: Perhaps I am not feeling well.
Me: Are you trying to make me feel guilty?
Mat: Perhaps I am having trouble breathing.
Me: Oh, alright.
We go to the kitchen and I open a can of “Succulent Chicken”. Mat takes a couple of bites.
Mat: I do not like this flavor.
Me: Tough, we don’t have caviar at the moment, Majesty.
Mat abandons the treat and eats his kibble for breakfast. Then he takes a nap. He is no longer wheezing.
Me: You stopped wheezing.
Mat: I do not know what you are talking about. I am in perfect health.
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May 26th, 2010 at 01:27
Love this post. This conversation is similar to ones that I have with my Beagle, Midori.
May 26th, 2010 at 17:30
is this the princeling who ran away Matthias Boreanaz?..adorable!
May 26th, 2010 at 17:33
Matthias Boreanaz was our name study. When he moved in, he was officially named Matthias Eomer Octavian Federer-Urban.
May 26th, 2010 at 22:10
huwaw!!! that’s a lot of names.. has she learned to write them yet?
May 27th, 2010 at 00:06
erratum: i meant “he”. he’s a he right?
May 27th, 2010 at 04:50
The wheezing is not normal? Oh no!