I have committed a terrible sin against her royal highness Princess Buttercup. I closed a door and she was on the other side of it. She has been informing me of my sins for the last ten minutes or so.
If you couldn’t guess, this is a household where the feline rules. The “no doors” rule has been around forever – I have “fond” memories of the first night in a new house where there were only room AC units and Miss Shani Fluffypants took umbrage at being shut out. She was the kitty with no voice, so instead of crying at the door, she hit it until one of us got up and let her in.
Then about an hour or so later, she hit the door again until one of us let her back out. And so on, until we gave up and left the door slightly open. Not long after that we set up heavy curtains in the doors to keep the cool in but allow the felines free reign.
Heaven forbid there be a door between them and their human, after all.
So naturally, each new cat that’s laid claim to us has grown up with the certain knowledge that they will not be separated from their humans, and that any attempt to separate them from their humans is Very Bad.
And that’s before you consider the way all of them have concluded that the best time for snuggles is when one of us is on the loo. After all, we can’t escape then. Her Highness likes to make sure my shoes are up to standard when I’m doing my business, by checking that her claws don’t destroy them. Why that’s what she’s decided is proper claw sharpening material is something I don’t pretend to understand, but that’s how it is.
So of course, shutting her away from her humans and failing to play with her (she likes to play fetch with crinkly things. And socks. She also tries to kill them before she brings them back although she can be a bit imprecise about precisely how close they need to be to count as bringing them back) and ignoring her is an appalling sin to commit against our feline ruler.
I should go and offer snuggles and kitty treats in the hope of forgiveness.