Andy and Dougy are typical Persians. They love the attention, demand the attention. But it must be in their time and one their terms. Period. No deviation. NOW!
So, when I didn’t play by kitty rules, both kitty boys gave me the swish. Tail swish, you know. The impatient tail swish.
On top of it, Andy eluded me three times before I trapped him by opening the door (a reliable trick!). He got his medicine eventually, was a good boy, but was wary even when he stopped by the glider to catch my attention.
All was forgiven, however, when I set out the kitty food.
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Dougy’s upset because he wants to play kitty toy games. (But I’m taking photos for today’s blog post! So what follows is partially because of you. LOL!)
Really upset!
Really, really, really upset! (Actually, that’s a yawn, but it’s horrific, eh? Just right for story telling.)
Now he gives me the tail swish treatment. He’s not amused.
Of course, kitty naps are important, too. He gets comfortable. 
Andy stops by. He will try to get my attention from behind.
When I reach back, he remembers he’s upset because I tried to catch him to give him medicine. Ick!
But he gets up on the recliner – available since Dougy’s pouting on his ottoman – and cleans up.
Cheeky cat! He gives me the look. (You know the one! The “I avoided capture! Ha! Ha! Ha!” look. “And I’m cute, too! Mrow!”)
But kitty food time resolves all upset!
So, not to worry! The kitty boys eventually got what they wanted.