With apologies, I am forced to withdraw some apparently unfounded accusations that I made in this very forum about a month ago.
Our little black cat, whose photo (taken on a bad hairball day) appeared as the illustration to a text on "how to accustom your pets to the Baby", has far surpassed our expectations. In her first-ever encounter with a one-year-old, she had her tail, ears, and fur pulled, her eyes poked, and her back slapped. Throughout, she purred, she rubbed, she stretched to full height on her back legs to head-butt and kiss this little boy. Although she had plenty of opportunity to run away, she didn't; when she had had enough love, she simply went and curled up on one of the dining chairs.
So, Luna, we are sorry for suspecting that you would quickly make use of your talon-like claws to maul the Bean. We apologize for assuming that you would be the most damaged. And we most heartily thank you for not scarring the son of our birthing instructor. Good kitty.
You are, of course, most welcome. Now, in return, would you please put the container of kitty treats back where it belongs?
ReplyDeleteUm... NO. Nice try, Luna, sucking up to Granna so she'll write for you, but it's not going to work. Especially after you jumped up on the stove to eat the scrambled eggs out of the pan.
ReplyDeleteHmphhhh... and also snit, and also sppptttttttt! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK I'D SUCK UP TO GRANNA KATE? Especially since she married that nasty man who didn't think it was cute when I tried to sleep on his head back in NYC? If you will not put the scrambled eggs in my dish, then I must take them where I can. I rest my queenly case.
ReplyDeleteMumma... you're not listening... mumma.... don't make me ask Gracie to pee in your shoe again. It's about those scrambled eggs, Mumma. Look, dammit, I don't like cat food. I am a descendant of the Cat Bast. I am royalty. How about some pate.. or at least some salmon roe?
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