08/12/2022 – Patience

I have lots of patience. Wait, that’s not right. When I think of food, particularly my sister’s kibble, which someone around here insists is forbidden to me, I have no patience. So let’s not think of those tasty, tasty morsels.

I have lots of patience. Just ask the red dot. If the red dot toy fibs, don’t listen to it. Red dots are notoriously flighty and I’m fairly certain nothing they say would stand up in a court of law. Sometimes I just sit here and let the red dot wave on the blanket in front of me and I act as though I haven’t a care in the world.

Then I pounce. See? That’s mostly patience.

Okay, so alongside kibbly bits, I do not have patience for Moms and Dads who create habits carefully built over years and years, habits orange boys like me get used to, especially the sitting on the couch close together and I get scritchies habit that usually happens on Fridays, and then, just because someone’s boss says so, those habits fly out the window.

Hmm, flying out the window. I’m not sure I would have patience for birds flying around. I get excited when I see one fly close to our windows.

Anyway, today I’m sitting here, waiting for Mom, trying to be patient with her crazy work schedule this month. Do I look patient? I don’t feel patient. I think my patience is wearing thin.

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

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2020 – Wordless Wednesday
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2016 – More Checkups!
2015 – Say What?
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2013 – ManCat Visitors
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