If there was an impatience category for pets, ours would win hands (um-m, paws?) down.
I just went onto Facebook to see this recent post from Mark of Oliver losing patience with being ignored and laying his head on the power button, turning off Mark’s laptop.
When I work on my Mac, I usually have the keyboard on my lap and Oliver reaches over with his paws and pulls my hand away from the keyboard when he gets impatient with me.
When making the bed, Oliver is too impatient to wait, jumps up and crawls under the fitted sheet as we try to place it. We have to physically reach in and remove him so we can continue.
Mew is one of those cats that can’t stand to see us doing anything, including reading, sewing or working on our computer. Whichever we may be preoccupied with, she will climb on top of it, lay down and start purring at us We have to physically remove her to continue.
Both Oliver and Frankie can only stand so much of Mark’s absence while he’s at work. Every day at about 4 pm, they go to the living room window, jump onto the bench there, and, whether laying, sitting or standing, they wait there until Mark gets home – sometimes 5 pm, sometimes 6 pm, sometimes 7 pm, and also any time in between.
They’re almost as impatient as I remember my kids being.