I wash my face and ignore him. It's the very first subject we have to take in Kitty 101.
He asks, "Why do you even have a blog, Rupert? You haven't written in it for nearly a year!"
Meow, I say. Whatever. I'm a busy cat.
People #2 shrugs his shoulders and walks away. I hate it when he does that.
Shame takes a while to sink in, if it sinks in at all. I am a CAT, for gosh sake. We cats do whatever we want. When we want to do it.
When we are not sleeping, eating or stalking (if we are lucky enough to go outdoors, which I am!) we spend our time training our People.
We take this very seriously. It's a noble, worthwhile goal which lasts all of our (nine) lives.
In fact, it's our most important task next to sleeping. These People need to know who's boss. In this house, that's ME.
Sometimes I have to lay down the law:
Other times we cats have to pretend to do what the People want, in order to get what WE want. Sometimes People have good ideas, but we mustn't encourage them or praise them in any way. If the ideas just happen to line up with what we have in mind, then we can go along with it, maybe.
So I put paws to keyboard to write in my blog. Yawn. Stretch. Wash.