Scorned Kitty

Since I’m home for at least half of every day studying, reading and writing, I spend a lot of time with my cat, Sweetie-Pie. She follows me from my computer to the kitchen table to the bathroom; anywhere I go she’s sure to show up a few seconds later, quietly curling up as close to me as possible.
But our days of bliss have hit a snag. The weather has been beautiful here and so I have been traipsing out to my patio with my laptop and books. Sweetie-Pie takes this as a sign of complete rejection and sits at the window crying like the little match girl. When I do happen to come in to get something, her pitiful crying act vanishes and instead she displays the wrath of the scorned kitty. She bats at my ankles and climbs whatever piece of furniture is closest to me in order to swipe at my arms or back, running away if I try to pet her.
It’s only 7:30 in the morning now, and as I type at the key board Sweetie-Pie has squished herself between my back and the edge of the chair. But the weather forecast is calling for lots of sun and warm breezes, so you can be sure, that by the end of the day, I’ll be on Sweetie-Pie’s hit list again.