Cat goes outside and gets soaked. Cat plays in the dirt. Cat lets himself inside, patters through the living room to the bathroom and jumps onto the top to watch me brush my teeth. He then waltzes into the sink, drinks a bit from the tap, waltzes out of the sink onto the top on the other side, jumps down on the carpet and traipses off through the livingroom again. Me? Well, I get to clean the sink and the top, remove the carpet and clean the floors. And here I was, thinking life with cats is easier than life with dogs. At least you can hose off a dog's paws before letting it inside. *sigh* Who knew the tiny paws of a cat could hold so much dirt?
Ah, Droopy, those little paws can hold your heart, too! Our Feliz is our companion, our entertainment, and sometimes our bed-warmer!
MG, I'm just grateful the cat didn't proceed to do his night-time job as bedwarmer before he had cleaned his paws all over our floors and carpets. Mind you, he's a very good cat. He offered me breakfast the other day, but I'm not too fond of raw thrush in the morning. His "sister" is a long-hair, and she brings us little presents of dried leaves and grass entangled in her tail, and is frequently found playing in the girls' bead stash. She's also the one who steal little toys and hides them underneath the sofa. I know I have found her treasure when the hoover is making strangulated noises.
Oh Droopy--I laughed until my sides ached. What a couple of jewels you have. Thrush for breakfast... :-? weeeeeeell, I dunno, but it's the thought that counts, I reckon.
Sjoerd, I've heard that thrush breast is a delicacy, but I always thought it ought to be cooked first. Of course I love him. We all love both of them. They do make life interesting at times though. I'm no fan of cleaning house when it's bed time.
Your cats sound great, Droopy. I sure miss mine (they're with my ex-wife, in good hands). I think the biggest joys for them are either boxes or toilet paper. I dont need to do much explaining about the toilet paper but with the boxes they would play a pretty cool game. One of them would get inside, if possible with the top up so one would be completely hidden, and then through whatever opening the other cat would try to smack him with the paws. It would result in literal boxing matches. No damage though.
Oh, dear! I had to remove the cat from my lap so he wouldn't get any ideas about toilet paper. The box game is also played here.
