you can't eat that!

I like routine.

I also don't like change. I am not sure whether my love of routine is stronger than my hatred of change. My moms say I am a creature of habit. They are not ones to talk! My one mom, with the tasty hair, likes things to be JUST SO all the time, and she gets VERY DISTRESSED WHEN THINGS ARE NOT JUST SO. My other mom, with the comfy lap, does not seem to mind at all when things are not just so. Sometimes, though, she gets VERY DISTRESSED when my other mom INSISTS THAT THINGS BE JUST SO.

With all of this philosophical conflict in the house, it is amazing that I turned out as well as I did.

An example of my well-adjusted nature: Every so often I like to change up my routine a little. I can deal with this sort of change because I AM IN CHARGE. A lot of my routine occurs during the night, between when my moms go to bed and a few hours later when I curl up with them. Lately my routine has included walking across my moms, around their heads, and back again. My moms refer to this sometimes as THE CAT THRUWAY. Or sometimes they call it THE CAT IS ON HER BEAT AGAIN.

I am very methodical about my ambulation. Sometimes I will stop for a little snacking on my one mom's tasty hair, but most of the time I stick to my schedule of walking across my moms, around their heads, and back again. I even have a little cadence to keep me on track. It goes like this:

MOMS' HEADS!
MOMS' FEETS!
I WONDER IF THERE ARE TREATS!

My moms, however, do not appear to appreciate my cadence. This confuses me. Both my moms have done things that require rhythm. My mom with the tasty hair used to do this thing called MARCHING BAND, in which keeping in step (to cadences, no less!) is of utmost importance. My mom with the comfy lap still does this thing called BALLET, in which she leaps about in a rather cat-like fashion in time to music. Mostly she leaves the house to do this, but when she does it at home, my other mom gets VERY DISTRESSED because BALLET IS NOT JUST SO.

I try my best to be JUST SO, but I think my mom with the tasty hair has a different definition of JUST SO than the rest of us, including my mom with the comfy lap. But then again, neither of my moms have yet realized that my own definition of JUST SO is FAR SUPERIOR TO THEIRS.

And besides: I got rhythm.

Labels: modus operandi