Stringing the cat along...

I'm an awful person. I love teasing my cat. He looks so cute/funny when he's irked. I can't help myself. One day, I'll wake up to find him hovering over me with a diabolical gleam in his eye, I just know it. That's why I keep my bedroom door shut. No opposable thumbs. I like to taunt him about that, too. See? I'm cruel.

One of my favorite things to do to annoy my cat is to sing to him. He hates it when anyone sings to him. He doesn't care about singing in general, just when it's done to him. He really hates it when you throw his name into the song. I've composed whole songs using just nonsensical words and his many nicknames. He'll look at me with that superior tilt to his head, flatten his ears, and march stiffly away. That's when I follow him. I'm like a demented band of minstrels in one person.

Another thing I like to do is taunt him with twine. I know, cats are supposed to love string. He does, too. But he hates himself for loving it. You can see it when you tease him. At first, he tries to ignore you, as if to say "I will not be dragged into your peurile games, human. My will is..." Swat! He looks confused when he finds himself batting at the string. He looks down at his betraying paw, gives me a dirty look for encouraging this behavior and...swat swat! There it goes again! Soon enough, he's whipped into a frenzy, batting and biting at the string with blissful abandon. In the end, there's the paw pointing. Oh, yes. Again with the superior glance, flattened ears and stiff march. I have succeeded once more in pissing him off.

God, how I love it!