Feline Foibles: Case of the Royal Pest
More than any other domestic pet, cats have foibles. They are quirky.
Her Majesty Princess Ziah, our extremely emotionally needy house cat, greeted me one morning as always, whining for food. I looked her in the eye and said, “I am the King of this house and I am going to eat my breakfast and drink my coffee before you get fed.” Like any spoiled royal cat, she treated me with disdain, and began crying again. What did I do? What any spoiled royal King would do. I ate my breakfast, drank my coffee, and regally ignored the whining royal pest.
What is it about cats, especially female felines?
Ziah, and our other two rescued cats, are taken very good care of by my royal wife. They get fed better than any of the neighbor’s cats. How do I know? Because all the neighbor’s cats migrate to our house hoping to get in on the surplus.
When my wife is not around, I stand in her place as the Joseph of Egypt, carefully parceling out food to the hungry. They may have been emaciated looking at one point in their lives but no one can accuse our Kingdom of leaving cats to starve.
So why all the whining? Why all the selfish cries in the morning?
It seems cats are like some sales people, you show a little interest and they purr and act like a long-lost friend. The minute you walk away, they trail after you, lamenting their desperate plight.
There is a mystery in all this. Not every wayfarer was openly grateful to Pharaoh’s noble servant for their few precious measures of grain. It wasn’t kosher. It was too plain. There just wasn’t enough.
After Joseph gave relief to the famished, he returned to serve Pharaoh’s household. I wonder how many royal felines he fed each day? I can’t imagine even Joseph setting aside his morning meal to cater to the outbursts of regal snobbery.
Cats are eccentric. All of them are pesky sometimes. The fat ones can be royal pests…”What’s that Ziah? Food again?”
What is your experience with cats? Pests or grateful pets? Would love to hear your comments below.