The Game

This evening I watched her do it again, she was really putting forth an effort. Crying loudly, as if she was going to starve that very moment, she wove herself in between his feet flicking her tail wildly. She worked this method for a few minutes without success before dramatically throwing herself to the ground and giving him those sad, pitiful eyes.



Pitiful she is not. Weighing in at 16.91 lbs, Menya lives a VERY blessed life. With an abundance of premium cat food, toys and endless love you would never guess that she was once a scrawny, underweight kitten with a lot of attitude! She is certainly not scrawny or underweight anymore, but the attitude is still there (although she is much sweeter than she used to be).

Tonight was all about the Pizza and she wanted it! Now it’s important to note that she doesn’t actually EAT Pizza. Had Paul relented and given her some she would of have sniffed it, glance back at him and then stalked off with her tail held high in the air. You see, it’s a game and one she plays well, very well.

Unlike Paul, I have played into her little paws many times. In the past month I have given her a grape, onion, squash, apple, and bread. Each time she gave me those pleading eyes and made me believe that all she needed to be happy was a piece of whatever I was eating. And each time I got to stare in amazement at that high and mighty tail as she pranced away laughing (yes, cats laugh). Once I even gave her a cat treat as an alternative since she had so quickly lost interest in the grape. She rejected that as well.

Menya 6 – Me 0 – Paul 1