The guilt trippy are to be ignored, but when the guilt trippy is Kwinn, our Siamese cat, he isn't so easy to ignore, and I find I'm taking a spin down guilt trip lane.
Kwinn is an indoor cat. He wouldn't know what to do in the "outside" world if he had to depend on himself for survival. He would not survive. Oh, we let him run outside occasionally when we unload groceries, but only for a few minutes. He is usually excited about going back inside.
Kwinn, being the inbred Siamese that he is, also has an irrational fear of abandonment (it has been mentioned in previous posts, the two of us are neurotic...our bond is strong). I am his mommy, and he must follow me everywhere. I'm not kidding, and it is my fault because I've always treated him like a baby. Yesterday his world nearly came crashing down around his poor little cat head.
At 5pm Poseidon pulled in the driveway and I went outside to help him unload the car. Kwinn ran out as usual. We finished unloading the car, and closed the door. I think you know where I'm going with this.
Two hours later, Poseidon went to the kitchen and he just happened to look out the window. He saw a poor skinny Siamese cat on our deck. He thought it was another cat at first, until it hit him like a whack-a-mole mallet. Shit! Kwinn.
We both ran to the sun porch and opened the door to let Kwinn in. Kwinn gladly sprinted like hell skipped inside. He wanted nothing, and I mean N O T H I N G to do with me. This was one pissed off Siamese cat. I tried petting him. He gave me a look like nothing I've seen from him before. I tried apologizing but my words fell on pointy deaf ears. My heart sank and I wanted to cry (seriously, I love this little bugger to death, you know).
Kwinn eventually accepted my apologies and he allowed me to hold him. He stared, make that glared, at me the entire time. I asked him to tell me about his big adventure outside. Nothing doing. I know he continue to play the guilt card during the therapy session I now need to book for the both of us.
--Fortuitous Observer
