The woman is distressed with me today. Because of that blasted feather she found on her verandah.
I am seriously beginning to wonder if she understands anything at all about science, or has any inkling of the nature of sentient beings.
The world is divided into 3 parts :-
(1) cat, (2) non-cat prey, (3) non-cat other.
I’ll go and give her a solid head butt. That always dispels her sullen moods.
Pathetic old thing. She gets all silly when I bunt, purr, knead, need, meow and snuggle with her. She doesn’t realise that, when one is on a higher plane of existence, these rituals are incredibly boring.
I do it to humour her (and ensure that she always opens the can).
Nice to do battle with you. You brought me out of hibernation. I don’t usually bother battling on BOTB but when I saw there was another handsome cat on here, I thought why not. Now I’m sorry – not because you might be the better cat of the day but because some sorehead anonymous twit has left a nasty comment on my blog about the fact that two cats are doing battle.
Some of these humans just don’t have a sense of humour.
At least you only left her a feather. I had a cat companion who liked to leave half his catching for me….in my bed.
Finding the feathery remains is better than half a bird in your bed. Or a mouse in your backpack.
Gandalf & Grayson says
The things we do just to make sure that can gets opened!
Angus Mhor says
As long as they never figure all that out, it’s all good. And the can is open!
Ha ha! Mitzi is silly enough to bring the live birdie home and GIVE it to them to set free again!
not the mama says
Head butts always work on me!
Friend Vladimir of the regal name – your interview is now live at http://www.jazminpersonified.com/2008/07/cool-cat-vladimer.html
Thanks for doing that, your human is a good egg!