Today, after favorite brovver came to visit and we had snuggles (he's so good at snuggling me) I decided to walk over to mom. I did and I looked up at her as she sat on her chair and spoke. Usually I don;t but I did. Probably 5 or 6 times with no sign of quitting
They were polite meows now..nothing strident or worrisome. But unusual. And I tried to circle her feet which can't be done when she is sitting. So I stood up and held her knee while looking into her eyes. She kept trying to pick me up. Um...just NO, mom. Then she stood up and thought to play Stringy with me. NO again, Mom. She stood there fruitlessly moving Stringy for me anyway when I gave up being polite and went to the supper table that was laid for supper, and bunched my muscles to jump up, which I never do. I insisted-- though she tried to distract me from it. THEN Kitties, the sun rose...the trumpets played..the duck dropped down from the ceiling and I think she heard the ghost of Groucho asking what was the secret word! I swear, you could have heard a bunch of trumpets sounding when she FINALLY got the idea. BRUSHIES!!!
You see, she spreads my brushie blankie on the end of the table for brushies (her knees will not allow her to kneel on the floor any more. Too many injuries to them while doing qualifications for work.) And after she unrolls the blankie, she gets my comb, brushie and slicker out of their bag and pats the table. Up I go, flopping on the blankie and I start getting Zoom Groomed! Then brushed with a human hair brush, and then, slickered. Ahhhh...the furs rolled off. I got fabulous scratchies with the brushies...I was so happies!
She said that was very intelligent of me to go so far trying to make her understand what I wanted. I worked for those brushies, Kitties. She got an F on her report card.