Your Cat's Just Not That into You

Dear Richard: It was one of those perfect mornings. There I was, lying in bed with my cuddly Maine Coon, Shakespeare, snuggled up against me, his eyes half-closed, purring and exuding warmth like a giant, smelly heating pad. Suddenly he meowed and in a matter of seconds was off the bed and in the next room. Did I do someting wrong? Should I have let him get under the quilt? I really thought Shakespeare and I were having a "moment." Allie Dear Allie, Are you (still) lying down? Good, then I can tell you that with cats, that's all there is-a moment, which pretty much sums up their attention span. Shakespeare wasn't with you one moment and gone the next; he was gone even while he was there, much like some men who, during a night of bliss, seem to have already put on their clothes and left. The difference, of course, is that cats don't have clothes to put on.Smith, Richard is the author of 'Your Cat's Just Not That into You ', published 2005 under ISBN 9780761139478 and ISBN 0761139478.