Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Recently, Bobo seems to have entered her rebellious stage; When I don't let her out to play at night, or when I'm still lazing on my bed in the morning and can't be bothered to prepare her breakfast, or any little thing that she doesn't feel happy about, she throws a hell of a tantrum. She'll first maul at my chair, creating the disturbing noises. Upon seeing a reaction-less me, she'll then slam herself heavily onto the table and start sinking her teeth and paws into whatever she can find, like newspapers and her pillow. If I still act like a mannequin, she'll even brave my impending fury by clawing at my precious bed, exactly like a stubborn child!
Then came the time when I finally can't stand it anymore, I tried to get a hold of her and scold her. However, she's long since anticipated my move and had hid at lightning speed under the bed or behind the cabinet, and no matter how I coax her, she doesn't even make a sound. Obviously a case of tasting the forbidden fruit.
However, she thoughtfully leaves me reasons not to evict her from the house. Every time I take my keys and bag in preparation to go out, she'll mew pitifully, reluctant to leave me. Sometimes, when she knows I'm at home but for some reason, she can't find me, she'll cry pitifully too. Once, when I went to the toilet and she actually found me, in her ecstasy, she took a flying leap into by lap (normally she'll get me to hold her only when I'm on the bed). She seemed so comfortable in my lap, I really lacked the will to push her off, and in the end I had to go to the loo with a cat in my lap, it's amusing even to myself!