A cat's slave

So unwittingly I have become a cat slave. Since I’ve retired they have trained me to many commands. I know when they tell me to feed them, I know when they tell me to fix their beds, I know to clean when there’s been a large deposit in the litter box, etc. I realized last night that my schedule fits around THEM. Argh…

Now comes the fun chore of trying to undo this slavery. The sad thing is, is that I actually thought I was making them stick to my schedule. But no, I’ve changed my routines to theirs.

Damn cats are smart. :o

I am happy for your cats. Yes they are smart.

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And subtle. Their dominion over the human race occurs slowly and with stealth. :smiley:

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So the silver lining in my tale of slavery woe is that at least I know I’m trainable. :smiley:

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Remember, dogs have owners, cats have staff :lol:
(no idea where this quote originated)

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Well, I personally prefer the title “Cat Concierge”. Like any trained professional Concierge, I am skilled in recognizing and anticipating my guest’s needs and wishes. I take care to stock just the right brand of unscented kitty litter, preferred snacks, the right kind of water served fresh from the purple watering can in the kitchen (apparently the water bowl is only used to dunk discarded toys) and of course always offering the guest approved menu.

Yes, being a professional in guest relations can have it’s trying moments, especially at 4am when a demanding guest wants me to open the kitchen. While most of my guests rarely tip, they do express occasional appreciation for skilled services with moments of gracious lap sitting, purring, and foot warming. While I have generally happy patrons, I am still unable to stop the rain, remove puddles, slush or snow, and raise temperatures above freezing. Notice has been posted at the door; this doesn’t seem to stop guests from going outside, then demanding to come back in so they can complain to management. Still, I take pride in my often uncanny ability to satisfy and anticipate the needs of my guests.

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Recognition is the first step to a cure–not…

Sorry, but there is no way to stop being a cat slave. I speak from experience. I have also been a doggy valet. :wink:

Cats are very sneaky. My mother tried to tell me. Growing up she would never allow me to have a cat or dog. Now I realize she was right about everything!!! Even my first ex husband. :slight_smile:

Just wait, soon you’ll be trying to find a spot to lay in a king size bed. You’ll get maybe a corner of the pillow but forget about getting the covers. I’m wondering if I should just move to the couch …

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I call myself “Can-opener”.

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Oh yes - during the winter my bed isn’t really mine. Woke up the other morning to find 9 of 13 cats on bed and I was hanging off the edge. They had even managed to shove me off my pillow. jerks…

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Cats are the only animal that domesticated itself. Primitive humans had to go out and catch dogs, horses, pigs, and chickens, tame them, breed them, etc. Cat’s moved right into the first hovel, dropped a mouse at man’s feet, and curled up next to the fireplace. There is zero archaeological evidence that early humans intended on domesticating cats. It wasn’t until much much later that people began selecting cats for shape and color.

I love cats so much, had them my whole adult life. I figured out with some cats they are the reincarnation of an entitled rich princess type.
I get up and feed them
I buy them drugs (catnip and whatever crack is in those Trader Joe’s cat treats,
I keep them entertained, warm, happy.
They occasionally throw up on the floor or the bed (so really a lot like a drunk spoiled prince/princess) which I dutifully clean up.
I make sure if I go out of town someone is here to make sure they are taken care of to the level at which they are accustomed including a long detailed list of demands and needs.
Cats are Dudley Moore and I’m the old butler dude. Sigh.

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My Demon barn cat was the only one, human or animal, willing to ‘help’ me outside yesterday. I had to see to all the outside faucets, insulations ect, cover and light the well pump, haul buckets from the house to the barn for horses. She was at my side constantly, purring and advising. Even though I mostly despise her for beating up my Pit Bull, I do admire her steadfastness. I enjoyed having a companion while I was freezing to death outside yesterday. Everyone else was inside where it’s warm. Abby and I? We got this. Now her official designation is Farm Cat. The Farm Dog has been demoted.

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Companion, my sweet patootie! Lol! That was your boss doing a ride-along as part of a performance evaluation. :slight_smile:

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Ha, I bet you’re right. But I did get the Purr Of Approval

I’m not sure if “the internet” has sped up their empire-ing, or whether it’s just more visible now. Either way, it’s a match made in heaven. And us cat folk no longer feel like outsiders.

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:lol: I had a cat like that. Her forte was telling you what to do and how to do it. And she was usually right.

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The dog thinks he’s human, the cat thinks he’s God.

or is it, he knows he’s God?

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Cat’s Slave…that’s me! I have been worried about one of my barn kitties who does not go into the heated tack room and has stopped using the fabulous heated bed inside the cat house that my DH built so she has me feeding her in the barn whenever I see her AND I have to feed her at the cat house IF she deigns to show up…:o

They ARE excellent trainers, mine helps me do the horse chores too, takes up most of the bed, gets me up a few times a night for food or to be let out. I’m just thankful he’s stopped bringing me eviscerated creatures, and he’s stopped peeing on my clean washing.
well he’s trained me to put my washing away pronto!

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