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Tom Cat
![]() Join Date: Apr 2012
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After much study and contemplation, I've determined that my cat must have a PhD in Gettinginthewayology. There's simply no other explanation.
When I try to type something at my computer, she's incessantly getting in the way. When I'm walking around my kitchen, without me even noticing her do it, suddenly I'll discover she's underfoot, getting in the way. I've almost tripped over her or stepped on her many times. When I get home from work, I take off my shoes and put them in a certain spot inside my door. When I do that she is almost always in the way of where I want to put my shoes. And so on. She's easily the World's Foremost Expert at Getting In The Way. I figure if she's that good at it, the only explanation is that she got an advanced degree in it somewhere, probably a PhD. Wouldn't be surprised if it was an Ivy League school, either. Anyone else have a cat with an advanced degree? |
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Cool Cat
![]() Join Date: Jul 2012
Location: Roanoke, Va
Posts: 1,216
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Kittythe cat, Margaux has the same advanced degree as your kitty. She has figured out the two things that make life the most difficult for someone with two arthritic hips. First, she sits right next to the litter mat when I'm trying to sweep litter off them with a mini brush & dustpan. I'll occasionally sweep the side of her tail to let her know that she's in my way. This results in complete indifference. Second, she likes to sit smack in the middle of the stairs when I come home, especially when I'm carrying a big, heavy box. "Excuse me." No reaction. "Move!" No movement. "You're in my way." Nothing. Grrrr.
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Jr. Cat
![]() Join Date: Nov 2012
Location: CT
Posts: 73
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Petey definitely is always underfoot. But the rare times he isn't I go looking for him wondering what is wrong. He looks at me as if to say "what do you want?".
![]() I find cats are a lot like kids. My sons had telephoneitis. Whenever I was on the phone, they wanted something from me. As soon as I hung up it wasn't important anymore.
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