Friday, April 07, 2006

Friday Cat Blogging: Dog Eat Dog Edition


I claimed the couch. The couch is my couch. It goes without saying the claws are my claws and they are sharp and I must sharpen to keep them sharp. Therefore, I will sharpen my claws on my couch. As you were!

Interesting note: the weather changes drastically from day to day, even hour to hour here. A day that begins with frost on the windshield may end with windows thrown open wide. A few days ago, we had such a day. Larry, the little black cat bent on stealing your soul, leapt to the windowsill for a good sniff and a stretch in the sunshine. I happened to glance in his direction and saw him raise his front paws and dig them through the screen and I growled, "Stop it. Don't do that."

I'm sure it wasn't that he understood exactly what I was saying. I mean, it's not as if the pussycats care what we want, is it? No, I think the glance over his shoulder, his loosening his claws and putting them back down on the sill meant, "I considered, and I've reconsidered. Perhaps I'll tear this screen to shreds at a time more to my liking. I'll have a delicious, fishy snack now. Hop to!"


Blogger mog said...

I think you've got your cat figured out. Or at least my cats.

1:33 AM  

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