Do you ever feel like you know exactly what your pet is thinking? Maybe it's because he and I spend so much alone time together living in a one bedroom apartment, but I feel like this quite often with my cat (if you don't believe me, check out the hashtag #shepthoughts on instagram).
Without reading too much into it, Shep is so over me not being at home lately.
I feel like this is a weird thing to say about a cat. Yes, I know that as a pet he demands a certain amount of attention, regardless of the situation. And, sure, it's less intense than if I had a dog at home waiting for me to walk or take out to the fire hydrant. But sometimes, when I've had a few late nights in a row, or if I haven't been home as much as he's used to (I'm a homebody, so that's a lot), he gets grouchy. He moodily lounges around like this with a snarky look on his face that seems to say, "Oh, you're just now getting home? Where have you been all night, hmm? I hope you don't expect me to cuddle you after you kept me waiting for so long." And yes, it really does feel like my cat is kinda judging me.
In the end, though, all it takes is a head butt, a belly rub, and a few good snugs before I'm back in his good graces again. But all this cat loneliness that I'm projecting onto him makes me think I might need to adopt a friend for him. Then I realize: this is exactly how girls like me become cat ladies. It's a slippery slope.