Miss Kitty saw me stir and bounded onto the bed purring loudly and kneading with all her might.
Her eyes opened and shut slowly as she looked at me…the cats sign of affection.
She was pouring it on, fervently repeating all the rituals of how cats show affection.
It was all for a purpose.
As soon as I sat up on my pillows she bolted for her dish.
The “love” demonstration was over, it was time for the reward.
I was slightly offended.
The cat has never gone a day or even a few hours without being fed.
She rarely has to ask.
In truth, she would never have to ask, because I committed to her care long ago.
True displays of feline affection are welcomed and enjoyed, affection for the sake of manipulation is all too human.
I would love and care for her even if she never purred…I choose to.
I got and emptied a can into her dish, a new food that she needs now and then to stay healthy.
She looked at it, looked at me…and walked to the door without touching it.
She didn’t care for what I gave her and would be going outside to see if she could find what she wanted.
The purring and kneading had ceased and her eyes were now looking elsewhere for provision.
She’ll be back.
She will find again that there is no other place to go.
The same food will be waiting.
I know better than she does what she needs.
I love her enough to give it to her.
Like it or not.
Make your own application…