My horses would be at the fence, stamping and pawing, nickering at me like “where in the heck have you been?” I usually had to re-establish some discipline because they were anxious to eat & crowding each other (& me, if I let them). When the time went the other way, they’d be out in the field and I’d have to whistle them in .... heads would go up and I’d get this puzzled look like “wut? you’re here already?”
The cats were a different story. The most rambunctious, Murphy, would get her paws under the bedroom door and shake it (old door that would rattle) - would not stop and I had to get up because it was impossible to sleep. I still made her wait 15-30 minutes so she wasn’t rewarded for bad behavior - she was “talking to me” the whole time. In the evening, it was constant meowing when I got home from work & tagging along at my heels until she was fed. The other cat let Murphy do all the heavy lifting when it came to ‘complaining’. I do miss the cats/horses, but life’s circumstances have changed and once everyone died of old age, they were not replaced. I can’t have animals at the present time.
Speaking of Murphy.....I have just such a bad cat.
He drives me nuts.
He is not allowed in bedroom at night for his prowling and two dogs also sleeping.
Come 6 in the am (5 am this particular morn) he stands outside the bedroom door and HOWLS....loud, please dear Lord....loud.
One morning I got so mad I grabbed a broom and chased him all over the house.
He stopped the morning howling of late please make it stop.
He also will get on the counter with the other two cats to await his morning meal. When I walk by doing this and that, he reaches out, claws extended, AND STABS ME WITH A SHARP CLAW.
“Use your hand to fix my food,” he is saying as my hands doing anything else are a waste of time.
Sheldon.
His name is Sheldon.
He was born in this house. His mother also lives here.
Sheldon beats up his mother at least once a day.
anybody want a feisty cat?