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So I've mentioned in some other threads that Ferris has taken a liking to my roomie - most specifically because I'm the "bad guy" who does all the "mean" things to him, like vet appointments, nail clipping, getting goopies out of his eyes, etc, whereas my roomie is the "nice" one who never attempts to "torture" poor Ferris.
Well, I've been trying to get my roomie to help me when I need to care for Ferris, to NO avail.
The other night I gave Ferris too much cheese by accident, and he pooped a little bit on himself.
Poor boy, my fault, I sorry! So I asked my roomie to please give a try at helping me by wiping off his butt as I held Ferris for him.
Then I got ahold of Ferris, and had him held still for exactly 5 seconds before he started squirming and clawing. Meanwhile, my roomie sat there with the cloth in his hand and a stupid look on his face.
I held Ferris as long as I possibly could - with my roomie doing NOTHING, then had to let him go as I was starting to get a bit clawed up. Ferris TOOK OFF into the other room, and I turned on my roomie demanding to know why he sat there doing NOTHING while I held Ferris.
His answer? "I was afraid I'd get scratched."
ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Hello!!! What a total wuss! Now I know for SURE that I can't count on him to EVER help me, because he might get scwatched! Poor 40-something year old baby boy, afraid of getting scwatched by the big scary 6 month old kitty!
But I guess it's ok to sit there doing nothing while I get scratched!
Can you tell I'm a little aggravated?
Well, I've been trying to get my roomie to help me when I need to care for Ferris, to NO avail.
The other night I gave Ferris too much cheese by accident, and he pooped a little bit on himself.
Then I got ahold of Ferris, and had him held still for exactly 5 seconds before he started squirming and clawing. Meanwhile, my roomie sat there with the cloth in his hand and a stupid look on his face.
I held Ferris as long as I possibly could - with my roomie doing NOTHING, then had to let him go as I was starting to get a bit clawed up. Ferris TOOK OFF into the other room, and I turned on my roomie demanding to know why he sat there doing NOTHING while I held Ferris.
His answer? "I was afraid I'd get scratched."
ARRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!
Hello!!! What a total wuss! Now I know for SURE that I can't count on him to EVER help me, because he might get scwatched! Poor 40-something year old baby boy, afraid of getting scwatched by the big scary 6 month old kitty!
But I guess it's ok to sit there doing nothing while I get scratched!
Can you tell I'm a little aggravated?