What’s that, Humans? It’s time to come in from the Private Members-Only Cat Club immediately?
Let me think that over.
I’ll get back to you.
So it turns out that there is no App for avoiding the wait at the Drippy Faucet of Youth.
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You know what’s bummier than a bum knee? Going to two vets in two days time to get their individual opinions regarding the level of bumminess of your bum knee.
You know what’s bummiest of all? The waiting, paws down, the waiting.
While you are out, Humans, the Meowies catch up on their requisite 18 hours of daily sleep while we Dogs wait anxiously for your return.
–Cosmo and Stella
It’s hard to wait for Human Daddy’s lap, particularly when there is a Meowie installed on his lap, making snide comments about how you no longer fit anyway.
Sometimes it can be hard to tell if a Cat is in line for the kibble or not, particularly if she’s a Millennial Kitty, facing the wrong way, stretched out nonchalantly as if she’s not even hungry, caught up in texting or pokemoning or whatever else she’s doing with her snowy white paw.
Cut in front. Age before beauty.
A king-size bed can accommodate only one Cat at a time.
First come, first served.
Late arrivals must wait patiently on the ottoman.
Elder Cats may linger over dinner just as long as we please. Younger Cats must wait respectfully in the waiting box, sometimes referred to as a bar, until we cede our place.
Such are the privileges of age.
Even if you have nearly 9 lives saved up, waiting in line is the worst thing ever.
We all have to visit the Doctor sometimes. If you can, it’s best to go to the Doctor with someone you love and respect who can calm you down during the interminable wait.