Yesterday Master came home, and we had to go out to run an errand before dinner. We were waiting for the rice to cook (we have a rice cooker), and since we eat brown rice, it always takes forever anyway, so we ran out for a bit. While we were out, Master told me he was going to buy me an Iced Chai Tea Latte with soymilk! I felt really guilty, because I still have not been punished for my transgression the other day. I’m not positive, but I think Master is probably waiting until I can sit up without fear I’m going to pass out. We’ll see. Anyway, I told Master that I felt guilty getting a treat, especially since I had been so bad the other day. He told me that he did some research, and some people find caffeine (on a bad POTS day) to be helpful, as well as chai tea. (I guess it helps with circulation or something). And he was hoping that if he bought me one, I would perk up enough to play. Well, I don’t know if it was the drink, or dinner, or just that I’m improving anyway (even if it is taking a while), but I did feel better enough for some play.
I haven’t really used a litter box in a while. I love using litter boxes, but they would be expensive to buy all the time. Master always buys the disposable ones when we play, because they are faster and easier to clean. Well, lucky me, Master had bought me a litter box as a treat!
Master made me beg him for permission to use the litter box, which was fun. I don’t like to beg unless given permission, because that seems bratty, and if Master says “No,” for something, then I know to either wait until he says yes, or to just accept the “No,” if it isn’t going to change. (I mean, if he tells me I am not allowed to pee, that has to eventually change, or else I’m in a pickle.)
When I was done he made me beg for toilet paper (as always), and he even gave me a treat for being a good kitty and using the litter box. I must say, using a litter box is better than peeing on the furniture. Not that I would know.
One benefit of having a kitty girl is that, she knows right from wrong. Now, if only we could make sure that the real kitties never went outside their boxes. Ha!