I was in the kitchen last night and my Ragdoll started in with his meowing again. He stands between the closed doors, about 1ft away, staring at it as if that will magically open the door.
I open it to get some ginger ale and he makes his move. I leave the door open for him and I started thinking about the first cat migraine post a few years back …
“What if he has a migraine? Maybe it’s the cold from the freezer that helps since it’s his head that’s completely in the freezer. But then why is he purring? Shit, do cats get migraines?”
And then I realized that all he wants is ICE. Yup, my stupid ass Ragdoll wants me to put some ice cubes on the floor so he can lick them. Ragdoll. Licks. Ice cubes.
SMH.