Domestic

I tried it once—pacing around on only two legs. I can’t understand why they do it. Except when we domesticated them, they had to have those “hands” free to open the cans of food. Otherwise, they are good and obedient servants but not too bright. They just have to learn not to pick me up and nuzzle my belly. I am not a baby kitten anymore!
The other day, my sister, Sabrina, tried to train them to change the stuff in the litter box for softer stuff. That last bag they got is full of grit, and we want the lovely soft cedar again so soft on the paws and smells good. The mother chased Sabrina with the broom after she dumped the grit on the floor. The nerve! We are royalty! I certainly wouldn’t want to be human, they can be so rude!
The father told her that the grandchildren would be coming over soon. That’s good. With the new litter of humans, we can correct the training errors.
It’s so hard to train domestic servants!

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  1. Chased with a broom?! Did the human not get the hint? They are so slow sometimes. Most times. You do have your work cut out for you. Let us know if you need help. We could use a trip up north. –your Florida cousins.

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