Me getting home from work and immediately making food and writing fic.
My cat, Kida: *comes up with big eyes and makes to jump into my lap to demand cuddles and love but doesn’t*
Me: *clicking my tongue to encourage her to jump into my lap to receive said love and cuddles*
Kida: *walks away with a slight disappointment*
Me: *is confused*
Kida: *comes back and repeats the same actions another two times*
Me getting far more confused at why she doesn’t just jump up: *realization* I haven’t taken off my uniform shirt yet. Is that what you’re waiting for?
Does the thing.
Kida: *immediately jumps into my lap as soon as I’m no longer wearing my uniform*
Me, giving her all of the loves and cuddles: You are so smart. Knowing that you’re not allowed to be picked up or cuddled while mom is wearing her uniform. Such a smart little bean. 🥰
It’s so funny to me the difference between my cat at home and the clinic cat at work. They both are smart enough to know what the laser pointer is, like they both understand that the little red light is coming from something I am holding in my hand. My cat knows this and is like “I’m not chasing that” the clinic cat knows this and will meow at me until I pull it out of my pocket and then she starts looking around for it before I’ve even pushed the button!