Freddie jumped up next to me on the couch, sat, and stared at my face.
“What?” I asked.
He didn’t respond, just continued to stare.
“I can’t read your mind,” I reminded him. “What do you want?”
He continued to stare.
I sighed, and picked up the treat bag. He immediately stood, excited, and refocused his energy on that.
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I laid a small pile of treats in front of him. He instantly fell on them, gobbling them up like he was afraid I’d take them back. “Ridiculous,” I muttered, picking my book back up.
Freddie finished his snack, then looked back up at me.
“Nope,” I said, not taking my eyes off my book. “That’s all you get.”
He turned and jumped down, sauntering away.
“Rude,” I said to myself. “Using me for treats.”
I woke up from a light doze, mildly surprised that I had been asleep. I rubbed my eyes and looked around for my phone.
Freddie was sitting on it, staring at me again.
“No more treats!” I croaked, sitting up.
He stared harder.
“Not treats, then? Hmm...” I looked around, trying to figure out what he wanted. My eyes landed on the furry blanket. “Is this what you want?” I asked, putting my hand on it.
He half stood, shaking his tail.
“It’s too warm for this,” I said. “Can’t you sit on my lap without it?”
“Blanket,” he whispered, shaking his tail harder.
I covered my legs with the furry blanket and he climbed on as soon as it was settled over me. “Happy?” I asked. He purred in response.
It really was too warm to have a blanket and a cat on my lap. But I would do a lot to make him comfortable. I shifted a little in my seat, looking for my own comfort. It was difficult, as I am not someone who enjoys being too warm.
“It’s fine,” I told him. “I don’t mind sweating a little.”
He snored in response.
I was dealing with the heat just fine, but my nice tall glass of iced tea had become a tall glass of ice at some point and I was parched. “This will not do,” I said. Reaching down, I ran my fingers through the fur over his butt, attempting to wake him gently. “I have to get up,” I sang, softly.
He lifted his head and looked over his shoulder at me, then laid his head back on his paws.
I dropped my hand to the side of the couch and hit the button to lower the footrest once, jerking him a little so he lifted his head again. “I’m sorry,” I said, hitting the button once more and immediately releasing it so the footrest lowered another inch. He sat all the way up, looking around. “I’m sorry,” I said again, watching as he stood.
He paused, looking at me, checking if I was really kicking him off.
“I’m sorry,” I said, pressing the button again.
He jumped to the floor.
I sat again, this time with a fresh glass of tea. Pressing the button to lift the foot rest again, I settled back, considering another nap.
Without the furry blanket.
I noticed Freddie sitting on the floor, staring up at me. I patted my lap. “Come on,” I coaxed.
He didn’t move at all, not even a twitch of the ear.
I rolled my eyes. “You’re just going to stare at me from the floor?” I demanded.
No answer.
Shaking my head, I picked up the treat bag. “Bribes it is, I guess,” I said, plucking out a few as he jumped up next to me.
“You can’t have any more treats,” I said. “And I’m sorry, but it’s just too hot for the blanket.
He was sitting next to me again, facing me and staring at me. I rubbed his head and his chest and he briefly closed his eyes, clearly enjoying the attention. “I just don’t know what you want,” I said.
I caught a glimpse of my watch and suddenly everything became clear. “Your dinner is late!” I cried.
“Yes, finally!” he said, rolling his eyes.
I frowned at him. “You could have just said something,” I said, lowering the foot rest to get up.
“Where’s the fun in that?” he wondered, following me to the kitchen.
Happy Caturday, Peeps! Freddie is in the habit of hard staring at me when he wants something. He throws the entire force of his will at me to try and grasp what he’s getting at. It’s a constant challenge for this hapless primate.