Maggie, the little girl cat, looks sweet and loving, and she is. However, there is a dark side to her personality. She’s a nag, a terrible nag. Fourteen pounds of fur and she controls my life.
When she wants me to sit down and pet her, she tells me–loudly and insistently no matter what else I may be doing–my duty is to leap to my feet and obey. When her water bowl is nearly empty, she searches me out–not hard in my small apartment–and gives me a hard time, screeching at me until I follow her. Then she wants me to pour the water from above so she can lick a few drops as it goes by.
Yes, Maggie knows exactly what she wants done and how I should do it. I must be a great burden and disappointment to her. I hate hearing her ME-OWW! because I know somehow I’ve failed terribly. Listed below are some of the things I say to her when she demands I do what she wants me to do.
JANE: Hold your horses. I have to answer the phone.
or “Just a minute. I have to check my blood sugar.”
or “I’ll be right there. Let me finish typing this word.”
or “Hold on, I have to scoop the cat box.”
or “Keep your furry little pants on, I’m eating now.” or “I’m sleeping now.” or “I’m pottying now.”
“In a minute. I have to load the dishwasher.”
Or get a glass of water or clean up the kitty vomit (usually from Scooter, Maggie’s big, furry brother) . . . or . . . so many things.
What Maggie says after I explain the delay: ME-OWW.
Who nags you? I’d love to hear.