“There’s the boy!” I cried when I reached the top of the stairs, excited to see him like I always was. “There’s my kitty!”
Freddie was curled up at the end of my bed, content in the mess that was my unmade bedclothes.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded.
I walked towards the bathroom and the shower within, shedding clothes as I went. “I just got home from the gym,” I explained. “Now I’m going to shower.”
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” he said.
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“Oh, yeah,” I said. “My work schedule is a little different this week so I’m home today.” I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. That done, I walked back into the bedroom to wait for the water to heat up.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” he said again.
“Are you not happy to see me?” I asked, trying not to feel rejected. He was a cat, after all.
“I like to see you when you’re supposed to be here,” he said.
“Oh. Yeah, I can see that,” I agreed.
“So you’re going to leave?”
“No. It’s my day off.”
He gave a frustrated little huff.
I sat on my bed, fresh out of the shower and wrapped in a towel. I vegged out for a while, just sitting and staring blankly at the wall. There was a lot of stuff I wanted to do, but I was very tired. “I should take a nap,” I mused.
Freddie said nothing.
I looked over at him and he was sitting on the other side of the mattress, still curled up but very deliberately not looking at me.
“Do you want to take a nap with me?” I asked.
“No.”
“Come downstairs with me,” I cajoled. “Let’s hang out together.”
He curled into a tighter ball and closed his eyes.
I sighed. “It’s just this week,” I explained. “Things will be back to normal next week.”
His only answer was a single, annoyed thump of his tail against the mattress.
“Well, I’ll be downstairs if you decide to stop pouting,” I told him, then turned to the stairs.
I sat on the couch with a bowl of noodles and a pair of chopsticks, ready for lunch. I hadn’t seen Freddie since I’d come downstairs and I missed him. “I’m eating lunch!” I called out in the general direction of the stairs. “No one is staring at me and making me uncomfortable!”
I was a few bites in when he appeared on the floor in front of me. “There he is!” I yelled. “There’s the boy!”
“This is the time when I look for lizards,” he told me. “I’m just here to do that.”
“Not here for me, got it,” I said, pinching a thick noodle between chopsticks. I lifted it into the air over my mouth and dropped it in. “Carry on,” I said, mouth full.
“That looks pretty tasty,” he said.
I shook my head. “Too spicy for kitties”
“I’m not even down here for you!” he repeated.
I woke up an hour later, mildly surprised that I had been asleep. “I was supposed to do things today,” I told the cat sleeping on my lap. Despite his annoyance with me he had been unable to resist a nap pile. “Oh my god, why are you so cute?” I wondered.
He gave a happy sigh, but otherwise didn’t respond.
I shifted, uncomfortable and needing to answer nature’s call. “I need to get up,” I told him.
He paid as much attention to that as he always did.
“I’m sorry,” I said, touching the button to lower the leg rest. He lifted his head. “I’m sorry,” I said, tapping the button again to lower it a few more inches. He glared at me. “I’m sorry,” I said again, lowering it more. He stood and jumped to the floor, allowing me to lower it all the way.
He shot me one more glare before trotting off. “I’m sorry!” I called after him.
“You’re not even supposed to be here!” he yelled back from the hallway.
Later that evening, he curled up next to me without my even patting the couch cushion and begging him. “You forgive me now?” I asked, running my fingers through his fur.
“No,” he said with a yawn. “But now is the time when we normally do this.”
“Oh!” I said, understanding. “I’m supposed to be home now.”
“You’re supposed to be home now,” he agreed, purring."
I rolled my eyes but didn’t stop petting him. “Ridiculous,” I said.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! I took that title pic on Wednesday, and it happened just like I described in the story. He was clearly irritated that I was home and would not even look at me. I’m not sure if you can see the irritation in his body language, but oh boy is it there.