Dispatch from the Cat: Human, I need you to hold it together!

Cat on Patrol

Got PTSD? Talk to my Cat.

Warning: if your tolerance for snarky is low, pleas click away to something more soothing. Oops, This is planet RantWoman and soothing is hard to come by. Hold that in the Light.

 

The feline who holds dominion over RantWoman’s household, known on the internet as The Queen of Spades has a very well-wired “go psycho for no reason apparent to RantWoman” brain circuit.

Cat therapy
and
the headphone quest

More interestingly for cats and owners who exalt the cuddle factor, the Queen of Spades, at times of RantWoman emotional distress is more likely than average to bite and scratch, as if to say “Human, I really need you to hold it together.” This can be peculiarly helpful.



To the right, photographic evidence of the latest RantWoman / Queen of Spades dialogue.



RantWoman: Ms. Cat, I need you to get down.



Queen of Spades: I need to cuddle more NOW. (Jumps down. Turns around. Scratches arm)



RantWoman: No. Sorry. (hisses at Queen of Spades)



PS. Anyone who insists on the God as Personal Butler model of diving presence gets randomly to take note of RantWoman's epic quest for headphones that DO NOT have foam on the earpieces.


PPS. RantWoman finds the scratches a little unnerving, but this is RantWoman's right arm. RantWoman is right-handed. The scratches are definitely cat handiwork.