The Devil Cat made me do it
I’ve had some interesting relationships with cats. Here are some of those stories
The message seemed to be – never attempt to thwart a cat in her pursuit of pleasure.
Ultimately someone unfamiliar with his proud Canadian heritage would suggest that the game could be cat soccer. At which point, I’d recommend that they came around some night when the Maple Leafs played the Bruins.
My black cat, Smidgen, was sitting purring in my lap. Once in a while, it was her habit to correct my take on life by sharing feline wisdom tidbits, black double pawed cats specifically. The formula followed was usually a reminder that her Ancestors had been gods in Eygpt.
He made it clear over the following months that while I was his buddy, she was his “mom.”
It was not the first time the plan to stock the house with live prey was attempted. It was just the ultimate victory of feline cunning and canine persistence winning out over human idiocy. Finally!
“Glory is fleeting. But obscurity is forever.”
Some people never learn.
There was nothing shy about that grey tomcat of mine. If Clancy liked you, he’d let you know at once, and if he didn’t like you, he’d let you know at once.
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