Well, it’s not exactly a wolf, more like your garden variety house cat. A city cat at that, meaning he doesn’t actually have a garden to go to. And he doesn’t really get angry all that often - now that I’ve sort of learned to leave him more or less alone. Which was hard in the beginning, i.e. when I started going with my fiancée (then my girlfriend: I may be quick, but still): I have always loved cats, always wanted cats, always had my parents refuse to get us cats.
Then, when I was a grown up and could have cats if I wanted, I realized that there were practicalities involved in having a cat - like giving it food, cleaning its litter, finding someone to take care of it when you’re away - and I didn’t get one (ironically, since I “work” from home, I’m the one doing most of that now). That was also before I even considered what having children would feel like. And I’m still not quite there yet - at 37. Maybe I’m not that quick after all.
Anyway, this morning, as I was quietly browsing the web on my laptop, sitting at the kitchen table, the cat was quietly napping away on this chair next to the window, as he does at most hours of the day - and night. When time came to get decent - i.e. put some pants on and, before that, get a shower: I like order - I remembered that this was litter clean up day, so I went to work in the bathroom. The cat followed me there, jumped on the little wall behind which the toilet and his litter are located and watched me clean his business from atop. Still quiet, judging me (I assume).
When I was done, I went to pet him a little. He let me stroke him a couple of times, then all of a sudden started licking my hand. I found it cute until he started biting.
Me: What is that? What did I do to you? I’m here cleaning up your mess and this is how you thank me?!
Me: What do you mean, “meow”? You ungrateful little furry ball!
Me: Is that all you have to say for yourself? You judgmental I’m-too-good-to-clean-my-own-mess animal? Do I ever ask you to clean my - literal - shit? I don’t, do I?!
All of a sudden, the phone rang.
Fiancée: Huh… Hello… Is everything alright? You sound upset…
Me: Yeah. I’m in the middle of an argument with the cat.
Fiancée: You should get out more…
I don’t know what she was talking about.