There aren’t any earth-shattering cat tales from this week, so I decided to take a scroll down memory lane to see what young Rudy was up to on (the day after) today’s date in 2020.
This is from a Facebook post on April 29, 2020 when Rudy was about six months old. That day, he decided that jumping on my shoulder while I was standing at the counter preparing food was something he should start doing regularly. Back then when he weighed 5 or 6 pounds, it was less of a shock than it is now when this 11-pound oaf of a cat leaps up out of nowhere to climb my back, perch on my shoulder, and look at all the food I’m not going to share with him. Okay, I almost always do share with him. And the other goons. I’m not a monster.
Yes, Rudy is on my counter, but he actually does know he’s not allowed to be up there. He was sitting on my shoulder as I was taking the photo and he jumped off just as I snapped it. The prior two hours I spent cutting vegetables and stuffing grape leaves and cooking, he was sleeping in the cat carrier that I left on the kitchen floor yesterday. I don’t know why he likes it in there. I don’t ask questions. As soon as I started cleaning and putting things away and taking pictures, he jumped on my shoulder. It’s his new thing. I’ve tried making it uncomfortable for him by walking around, reaching for things, and bending down, but he won’t leave. If he does slide off, he jumps right back up. It’s not cute. It’s annoying. I don’t know how to make it stop because he sneaks up on me. I never taught him any of these things and he’s never seen Eddy do any of these things. He’s so unbelievably lucky he ended up with me because no one else could possibly tolerate him. He’s the worst.
Some things never change. Except that little knob on top of the carrier door. That has way more teeth marks in it now.
