I was punished.
My crime was pet sitting. Dog sitting specifically. If you are keeping track – and Powder is – we have two instances of allowing unauthorized canines in the house for extended periods this year. That is coming dangerously close to becoming a habit.
When Under the Bed Dog came, Powder made herself scarce. I naively figured she’d be back to cuddling in bed as soon as the dog left. I should have known better. This is the cat who sat shiva on the wardrobe for 18 months after we got Freckles to Make A Point (emphasis hers). She’d probably still be there if we hadn’t moved the bed she used to get up there and had to Learn To Deal (emphasis mine).
The day after UTB dog left Powder would sit next to me but not touching. She would then pointedly ignore me. If I wasn’t noticing that she was ignoring me, there would be quick meows to make sure I knew that she was having nothing to do with me. Since she was sitting right there, if I would pet her or hug her, well, that was on me. She was not encouraging it. She would just sit stiffly with haughty disapproval.
I would point out to her that the offending canines belonged to the husband’s brother and ex-wife respectively so maybe her complaints are being directed towards the wrong party. But, as a fellow female she obviously recognizes who is in charge around here and therefore I get the blame.
Last night she decided that I was repentant enough and decided to cuddle on me in bed. I guess I’m forgiven. This time.