Twink 2
My cat has a cat door, but sometimes she insists on looking pitiful and helpless at the glass French doors that look into the living room.
My cat has a cat door, but sometimes she insists on looking pitiful and helpless at the glass French doors that look into the living room.
Well, yeah. They aren’t supposed to do it themselves, it’s supposed to be handled by their serfs, i.e. *us*. 😉
Cats will really let you know their displeasure if you don’t let them out when they want to go—when they have to go.
Twink should do the stretch up to the door knob that our cat does. It works every time.
Grey… yes, we the cat servants are to do all the stuff to ensure cat comfort and happiness.
Robert… Some “nasty” felines will simply shred something or find a plant or something to do their business in.
Jack… that is a pretty good cat indicator… I like that. Concise, to the point… well done, Jack’s cat.
*as an interesting side note… Our “Mouse”cat brought in some dead something (as evidenced by dripped blood from the kitchen to the bathroom)… but the poor creature has yet to be found. AND THEN… she brings in a hummingbird (who was still alive) and I was able to snatch it away… poor thing… it was limp but still breathing and I couldn’t bring myself to kill it… so it sat with me in a paper napkin whilst I put on make-up… good thing, too! Because it suddenly took flight and buzzed around the bathroom. I captured it and Judy put him in a basket and hung it outside so he could rest and take off when he felt better. Yay, no bird death occurred! Hope for captured hummingbirds!
Isn’t that always the way! The hardest part of an adventure is getting out of one’s own door.
The cat is speaking?! Did Grace and Rat drop a little ‘something’?
Fun Mike… that is most thought provoking. Well said.
Dada… Grace only hears “MREEEOOOOWOWOWOWOWOW” You are a privileged viewer to see into the mind of a sinister cat.
He wants to go out right meow !!!
My son has recently adopted a cat. It has battle scars, a missing ear, and apparently is the most miserable bag of fur in New York. He calls it Fuzz. Apparently it doesn’t need him for much more than body heat and food, since it can get into the house somehow without his help. So, Fuzz is more adapted to urban life than Twink?