Conversations with Cheslie
Wednesday, August 12, 2020
Most everyone with a cat or dog or small animal as a pet (fish included) will tell you they talk to their pets. And many of us in that most everyone will tell you that their pet understands what they are saying. And some of us like me have conversations with them.
I think my cats understand what I am saying when I talk to them because of their response when I ask them to do certain things. Now cats can be trained, but even with training, let's be real cat parents, they wouldn't always do what we wanted them to when we wanted them to do it. Cats freely exercise the free agency God has given every one of us liberally.
Cheslie is an 11 year old Maine Coon mix. She is big and fluffy and brown. She also back talks and is very sassy. I've had her since she was 9 weeks old and I have talked to her since she was 9 weeks old. When I met her at 9 weeks, I took her out of the cage and I picked her up. I knew her and she knew me. She loves being picked up and belly rubs.
My other cat Iris is all white with green eyes. I have had her since she was 8 months old. She hates being picked up or going anywhere. She is a great cuddler. Right next to you in the nook behind your knees or in front of your stomach. If you are sick, or feeling sad she will come and sit with you and sleep with you until you are better.
So like I was saying about miss sassy pants. With all of the doom and gloom I thought I would share bits of my sassy cat.
Last week I sat down in my oversized white chair and I was going to just sit with her for a bit....
Me: Cheslie come here, come here
Cheslie: looks back at me then keeps walking away with her tail in the air
Me: Yes I'm talking to you. Who else am I going to talk to?
Cheslie: (said very clearly with sass) no one
Me: okay girls mommy has to go to work, I will be back tonight in a few hours.
Cheslie: goes and sits in front of the door looking up at me
Me: do you want to go too?
Me: you can't go, I'm just going to work. I will be back in like 3 hours
Cheslie: stays put and mrow
Me: well I guess you could go, but it's an hour there and an hour back and you would have to wait in the car until mommy was done.
Cheslie: still won't moves and mrows again
Me: are you sure? We went to the vet Monday and you were just stressed out being in your carrier that long.
Cheslie: looks up at me and won't move still.
Me: okay, let me get your crate ready and your harness so I can just seatbelt you in the front seat.
Cheslie: sees harness, moves from the door hides in her favorite box by the stairs.
Me: you don't want to go anymore? Are you sure? You can if you want to.
Cheslie: looks up at me from the box. Says nothing.