I walked up to where Poppie was using my leaf blower to blow the acorns off the driveway. I told him, “You’re doing a good job” (family joke). I turned around to go back to my house to find that Whiskey had followed me. He was sitting at the edge of the driveway glaring at me with that “What are you doing off the porch?” look. I suwannee, I can’t do anything by myself.
He chastised me all the way back to the porch. I gave him a little more breakfast hoping to shut him up. He nibbled at that while I walked around back to begin washing the vinyl siding on that side of the house. In a short while, I noticed that Whiskey had joined me. I have a very narrow back yard because of the way my house is situated on the property. There’s a 3 foot strip of grass and maybe another 3 feet of hedge. He was lying in the grass at the edge of the ligustrum hedge, trying to stay out of the bleach and water. Sigh. The last thing I wanted to do was bleach him or step on him so I put everything down, turned the water off and said to him, “Come on.” There was no question that he would follow. When I got to the porch, I sat down in the rocking chair and like a lightning bolt, he was in my lap. I should have named him Lap Dancer.
After he had been properly petted, he jumped down and plopped on the porch. At that point, I was able to go back to my work without him being underfoot. Why did I have to get stuck with a cat that acts like a dog?