Gloman is messing with me. He's playing those mind games again. I've told you before he's really a dog person. I just choose to overlook his dog bias because he did after all bring me home to my girl. I've got to give him a little credit.
But I swear he just won't give up on trying to make me a dog. I play along, just to make him feel smart and maintain townhouse harmony. But seriously... I'm growing tired of coming when he calls. I'm tired of acting like man's best friend (yeah, right) and going through the motions every night when he comes home from work.
Here's how it plays out. He ignores me at the door. I may as well be dead. He takes his sweet time getting upstairs to the kitchen. He opens the refrigerator door and grabs two, sometimes THREE, pieces of cheese. Share? Are you kidding? Then he sits down on the kitchen stool and calls me so he can "show me some love."
I say "show me some cheese!" Alas, none is shared. I bet if I was a DOG he'd be giving me a piece of cheese.
Glogirly is onto me. She knows it's all an act because when she calls me, no matter how sweet the call, no matter what type of bribe she's holding, I ignore her. Like a cat should.
Except when it comes to cheese.