If you've ever tried to quit smoking, you know how 'routine' is your enemy. It's also my cat's.
As a kitten, he'd start threading himself about my feet as soon as I got out of bed, asking to be fed. No. He's since learned my routine: Bed to bathroom. Turn on news on way to fridge. Juice for pill. Cigarette. Feed cat.
He's so good, he's learned the difference between 'tap' and 'extinguish'; "Meow."
But now, some mornings, I don't have that cigarette. This messes with my cat because I, too, am accustomed to our routine; 'meow' equals 'feed the cat.'
When I don't have my morning cig, he's waiting, all confused; "She hasn't smoked, but it's been an hour ..should I 'meow' now? Wait?"
Quitting smoking is difficult on everyone around us.
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