It's no secret that Emily's cat, Mercury, absolutely hates me. I'm not exactly sure why... sure, I make her dance and I probably always smell like my cat, Falkor.
When Emily and I first got together, Mercury would just hide from me whenever I visited the apartment. Then I adopted Falkor and his sister, Ambrosius, and Mercury was really upset. She would hiss and growl at them... and when they got close to her, she would try to bop them!!
Ever since, Mercury always hisses at me. Emily and I have been together for nearly 3 years now (11 months of dating + 7 months of engagement + married since July 28, 2007), and that darn cat still thinks I'm the most terrible person around. She can even manages to be in (somewhat) close proximity to Falkor, her other sworn enemy.
Knowing this, I basically just find creative ways to chide Mercury. As mentioned in a previous blog posting, I'm a pretty avid fan of action figures, and I've found that these -- coupled with an agitated cat -- make the most interesting photos. When we moved into our home here in Beaverton, Mercury immediately found a favorite hiding spot underneath the long L-shaped cabinet in our bonus room. She rarely goes there now, as I'm sure the tight, cramped quarters are rather uncomfortable (especially considering her short, squatty body).
Shutting the door to ensure that she wouldn't run downstairs, I quickly compelled Mercury to squish herself underneath the cabinet. After that, a quick positioning of my trusty HELLBOY figurine, and I was ready to go.
For your consideration and amusement, here is the best of the resulting photos. Mission accomplished (the irony, of course, is that, in the HELLBOY films, the titular character is rather fond of cats).
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