Blackie’s Catitude and the Valentine’s Day Gift

Valentine’s Day…

The human slave and her John, make out on the couch. He came bearing bling. She squealed with delight and massaged his scalp! Yet, this morning, I left a present by the door —

“Blackie! You fiend!”

No head scratches for me. I spent hours hunting that mouse for her.

I claw at the carpet. Their lips remain suction-capped together.

“Meow.”

…Nothing.

Jumping between them, I try to break them apart, but they are too interested in each other’s hairballs.

I refuse to be the third wheel. This gives me the shits.

Time for the kitty litter…

“Phew!”

💩💩💩

Disclaimer: Just a bit of feline fun. I’m a cat lover and find their behaviour quirky and sometimes human-like.

More catitude can be found here