That’s what I want to know. Did I just receive the kitty-version of the one-finger salute, the bird, the twirl? I honestly think I did. Perhaps I should back up a bit and explain first though.

I got up rather bright and early this morning, especially considering how late I went to bed last night. After I had eaten a hearty breakfast consisting of one Schwann’s Silver Mint ice cream bars and their individual cheese pizzas, while checking my email and visiting blogs, I decided to get my butt in gear. First I went and gathered up the dirty laundry so that I could my laundry later this evening, and while doing so, I decided I should strip my bed of its linens so that they could be laundered as well. Isis clearly had a different opinion.

I had just pulled back the comforter and placed it, along with the throw pillows and a loose blanket to one end of the bed while I dealt with the pillows, taking off the cases and placing the cases and pillows in separate baskets. I turned around to grab the comforter to place it on a chair since I didn’t think it needed to be washed, having just been placed on the bed a few days ago, so that I could pull up the blanket, top sheet, and fitted sheet, when my plans were abruptly curtailed by a new presence.

She yawned at me, then gave me one of her shrill and piercing mewls followed by a quick “squeak”. It’s for this reason Isis is lovingly called “squeak toy” from time to time. Her meows are definately high-pitched and “squeaky”. In any case I tried to cajole her into getting up by giving a gentle tug to the comforter. She just looked at me. I then said the magic word, kitchen. Now this word generally elicits a response, as they know it’s time to eat. Isis just blinked at me. I followed it up with the only other word that is music to her ears, chicken. Nothing. I then decided to threaten her and said the dreaded B-word - bath. Nothing still! I finally just gave up and boldly picked her up to deposit her on the ground.

Instead she wiggled free and settled right back down, only this time she slid a bit down from how she was originally laying and curled up for a nap, promptly ignoring me.

Now, after everything that has happened, look at that paw. Does it not look like she’s flipping me off? Her entire demeanor screams: Bugger Off!

I think I lost this round.

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