Up, down, good, bad. Meow. Meow. Meow. She's driving me crazy. I hear her jump from the toilet to the sink. Meow. Meow. Meow. It's the water-torture cat. She'll sit up there for a long time, occasionally letting out a long, loud meow. What's wrong with the water in her bowl? Or that water cooler thing we have for in downstairs? Huh? It's always something else she wants.
What? What. Do. You. Want?
Am I making fun of this, when I'm that way myself? I want to feel comfortable and loved all the time, too. Maybe she's had a long day, maybe her dreams aren't coming out right during all those naps, and maybe she's just feeling ignored and inadequate. She needs--something else. She can't put her paw on it, or tell me what she wants, she just does. Maybe it's all those opportunities missed, all the other things she could have done with her life, such as being an adventurous outdoor cat. Perhaps she's regretting and reliving all her mistakes, such as those times when she could not resist jumping up on the kitchen counter, or taking Mike's seat downstairs, or peeing on the carpet.
Sometimes, we do get those little things we yearn for. Sometimes, Serena does get to settle down in Mike's warm spot, when he's done with it. Sometimes, she gets some chicken-flavored water after I open a can of the stuff. Sometimes, I get to eat pizza and drink beer. Sometimes, being employed is easy, and I get to be lazy.
It's the little things that make life good, day by day. And things must be good at this instant, because my furry child is quiet. At least for now.