The past few weeks have been really cold and snowy, so we haven’t been letting Brigham outside like we normally do. He’s spending all his extra time looking for places to hide from the kids, and gazing out the window dreaming about…what do cats dream about? …Autonomy?
Whenever I write a post about our cat, I use the tag “Brigham the cat“. If you happen to click it, you’ll see that the posts are redundant — a bunch of pictures of David smothering Brigham, followed by a bunch of pictures of David and Mary Virginia smothering Brigham, and the occasional post showcasing his hunting skillz.
This morning, the kids were in the other room shrieking and after a few minutes, Mary Virginia ran up to me, beaming, and announced, “WE’RE PLAYING BIG-AM!”
Which means, “We’re torturing Brigham.”
Recently, David decided it was up to him to bring Brigham water. What he does is fill up 10-ish Tupperwares with water, arrange them around wherever Brigham is sleeping. Eventually, since Brigham is inevitably ignoring the water, David takes matters into his own hands and shoves Brigham’s face into the dish.
That’s what “playing Brigham” means.
It inspired me to grab my camera and write this post as a quick update to say: nothing has changed. My kids still love the cat and the cat hates the kids.
And looking at these pictures made me wonder why a Google image search of the word “resentful” is anything but page after page after page of pictures of cats forced to live with toddlers.