Freja has been complaining about all my hours spent at work and the fact that we didn’t have enough human-cat quality time…

I wondered what could bring us back closer, and I came up with a long hoped for achievement of mine, winning my place in the Guinness book of records! I can’t say that the idea thrilled Freja at first, but when I explained it would make her famous, she was in.

So what were we good at?

Me feeding her, and her emptying her bowl seemed a little dull, her sleeping while I watch didn’t have anything special either. I could always have taught her a special trick, but that would be a lot of work.

At that precise moment, I turned to Freja to get her opinion, and noticed she was licking my hand, as she often does. For a long time… LONG time!

Eureka!!

I read on the Internets that cats licked humans to express their appreciation. If it is true, Freja surely appreciates me a whole lot! We agreed on setting the Guinness world record of cat licking human’s hand for the longest time!

It was my day off work, so I gathered some snacks, and a few bottles of water, downloaded a timing app on my tablet, and we got comfortably installed on the couch.

Go!!

And the finger licking started.

5 minutes, everything was going fine. I knew we could stop because there was no previous record to beat, but we wanted to set the bar high for future record-breaking attempts!

30 minutes… Piece of cake!

1 hour… I couldn’t believe how easy this was, and I was already picturing Freja’s name and mine in the famous book.

After 8 hours, Freja got tired and we had to figure a way not to stop our challenge just because of sleepiness. We settled for Freja sticking her tongue out and me rubbing my finger on it while she was resting a bit.

In the evening, when Chéri got home from work, he asked how long we were planin on doing that silly  record-thing, and we just couldn’t tell…

• I don’t know, as long as we can I guess…

He sighed, and rolled his eyes.

The next day, the ringing of the phone woke me up. It was my boss, wondering why I wasn’t at the office. I had dozed off in the early morning, making Freja promise she’d wake me if she needed to nap… My explanations didn’t seem to please him, but I couldn’t care less. I hung up on him, my mind set on becoming famous around the world!

Chéri tried to convince us of to stop, pointing at the red rashes on my hand and arguying that we were being childish about it. It seems there was a message on our voicemail, saying I had been fired for my absence and bad attitude. So what? It just gave me that much more time to achieve a really impressive record!

After three days, the conversations with Chéri turned into arguing, and then into fighting. He had stupid points like not wanting to support me for a “crazy record”, and being tired of taking care of my disposable adult diapers…

He left this morning, wishing us the best. I felt sorry, but I just couldn’t let him come in the way of our dream. Finding a job, or a boyfriend is an easy thing, being in the Guinness book of records isn’t, some people just  won’t understand that!

And Freja hasn’t complained about not spending enough quality time with me for days….

Really worth the efforts!