Choices

My life is a lot tougher than you might imagine. It seems that I am making hard decisions all day long. Do I turn over and get my belly scratched or go investigate the bird that is talking to me through the window? Do I eat a snack or play in my water? Do I seek refuge under the bed or wait to see who rung that horrid doorbell? Do I wear that awful collar and go outside or skip it and stay in for a nice nap? Do I investigate the front yard or stay in the safety zone next to my humans on the porch? Do I come eat the treats that are being offered to me or stay under the car where no one can reach me? And most importantly, do I sit at the bottom of the stairs and stare up or jump into bed with my humans who will no doubt rub my chin and armpits?

It is always so hard to decide. Sometimes my humans will accommodate my indecisiveness, but mostly they just try to be the boss of me. That's rich, being the boss of a house cat! As if.