Our cat, Toast, has an uneasy space in our hoemploy hfeeble . She’s not that nice. She’s somewhat aloof (except at mealtime) â€" but she needed a home, and we needed a cat, and she found us, so that’s that.
We all have different opinions. Jeff and I aren’t that enthusiastic about Toast mostly becaemploy of some incidents where she’s peed on our bed. Ned really likes her and carries her around and brushes her and gives her treats. Alex ignores her most of the time. Now and then when we first recede t her (if you can call allowing a cat who walked through your front execute or to stay “recede t herâ€) he’d reach out and push her. This was possibly, according to one of his therapists, a way of amusing himself by making her go . “He can create her recede , almost like a toy,†she clarify ed.
These days, Alex leaves her alone. Unless she’s on one of our tables (coffee or dining room). If so, he never fails to reach over and attempt to acquire her off. For months we thought he just didn’t like her that much and couldn’t resist the chance to express a tiny disdain. But the other day it hit me. Almost every night, Toast jumps on the table while we’re eating. And we despise this, and we’ve tfeeble her so.
And I judge Alex has heard us screaming at her to acquire OFF THE TABLE while we’re eating â€" and he’s judge ing, There’s that cat on the table. They hfeeble disclose ing her to acquire execute wn. Well, I’ll create her acquire execute wn.
We employ d to disclose him to leave her alone, but now I judge Alex has the correct thought . It took me a while to figure it out, since Alex is often very clearsighted about something we’re missing, but now I agree. That cat should  never be on the table.
Image: Jill Cornfield
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