Mojo had a bad night last night.
First, she gets her claws clipped. She's such a good girl with that, just sits there and lets us do it. She doesn't even squeak in protest anymore.
After that she got treats - which was good! - but then all the other kitties got treats too. THEY didn't have to get their claws clipped to get treats!
What was up with that?
Then Daddy came to bed with milk. Yummy! Usually he lets the cats have a few licks of milk (thankfully none are lactose intolerant - they enjoy it and he enjoys giving it to them). But then Ophelia, who had gotten extra treats because she's a Princess and had drank too much water when it got changed threw up. So Daddy didn't want to give ANY of the cats any milk.
To top it all off, Annie jumped up and got into the box. (The box is on top of Daddy's dresser that has comfy blankets in it, and every cat wants to be in it.) Usually at that time of night, it is Mojo's box, but no. Not last night. And Annie wasn't moving either.
So Mojo laid down at the end of the bed, facing away from everyone, and pouted. Poor girl.
(She was OK after about 10 minutes of pouting. Then she came up and we snuggled and nuzzled and she was back to being Mojo.
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First, she gets her claws clipped. She's such a good girl with that, just sits there and lets us do it. She doesn't even squeak in protest anymore.
After that she got treats - which was good! - but then all the other kitties got treats too. THEY didn't have to get their claws clipped to get treats!
Then Daddy came to bed with milk. Yummy! Usually he lets the cats have a few licks of milk (thankfully none are lactose intolerant - they enjoy it and he enjoys giving it to them). But then Ophelia, who had gotten extra treats because she's a Princess and had drank too much water when it got changed threw up. So Daddy didn't want to give ANY of the cats any milk.
To top it all off, Annie jumped up and got into the box. (The box is on top of Daddy's dresser that has comfy blankets in it, and every cat wants to be in it.) Usually at that time of night, it is Mojo's box, but no. Not last night. And Annie wasn't moving either.
So Mojo laid down at the end of the bed, facing away from everyone, and pouted. Poor girl.
(She was OK after about 10 minutes of pouting. Then she came up and we snuggled and nuzzled and she was back to being Mojo.