Sunday, October 31, 2010

Cats Are Not Pets

They are slave owners.  Ask any of us.  When we're home, we try to get the litter box right after they use it, we have learned to distinguish certain sounds to meaning this or that, and yes; they have a common language.  They get cooked (all kinds of seafood, chicken, and chicken parts) for, when they ask for something; we stop doing whatever we're doing and give it to them, we get woken up, someone will go down to the kitchen and will open them up a can of high quality cat food, or a can of tuna or chicken, or somethin' (they get human grade canned chicken.),  and if someone is bouncin' off the walls, one of us will become an instant cat toy for a few minutes if no one else of feline persuasion wants to play with the amped one.  The one that takes on the immediate task is the one doin' the lowest priority thing at the moment.

But what can we do?  They're demi-gods, aren't they?  Egypt had it right.

I'm glad the equines are less demandin'.  They're just as divine.

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