I am taking the time to gently explain to The Lady personal space.
That would be mine....hers I have no concern for and am in no mood to to argue with her that we are EQUAL. We are not! My space is my space.... Your space is my space. VerySimple. Here are some of my points I have explained to her-
There is no need to come over and pet me every time you walk by because I "look so sweet". I would look sweeter if I could SLEEP!
When I am on predator watch from the window......I am just fine working without the help of anyone standing behind me to look out the window "together". You serve no purpose.
There is no need to continually call me name when I am upstairs. I am in the bathroom. ALONE. As I should be! It is fine for me to follow anyone I chose into their bathroom though. That's just the way it is.
I do not need to be petted BY FOOT when I am on the coffee table. Keep your feet on YOUR couch.
The HHTT look is just a warning, the swipe.....a second warning and if she can not figure it out by then? The hand nip. Three times...your out. That is when I have to get up, go to another one of my 43 spaces, get settled, watch to make sure I am alone and then...only then....get some sleep.
The mornings- No need to lure me up to cuddle. I know when you are awake! I will be up to the top of the bed when I am ready. When I act happy to see you.....no need to get sappy. It's morning...I am hungry.....need Wisker Lickens after breakfast and the faster you get up......the quicker all of this takes place.
In summary........I have the right to encroach, explore, destroy, and "claim as mine" any personal possessions and air space within these confining 4 walls.
After all of this explaining she gets really close to my face ......very... very close (so much so her lip gloss had momentarily blinded me), sighs, raises both eyebrows and asks "Does that mean you are not watching a movie with me tonight?".
Just another one of my pointless conversations apparently.
"Yes" I told her. "We will watch your ridiculous love story/mystery movie together. You...on the couch and me....on the coffee table. All of our appendages in our own space and yes, I am happy to have you carry me to bed"
It becomes apparent after much looking about that I am not the only victim....many photos of her...lurking...crowding.....
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