He sat across the room from me and just looked at me for some time, then changed his tactics and joined me on the couch. But he kept making his feelings clear.
I mostly knit, sometimes crochet or cross-stitch. I read, a lot. I love cats. I love hockey, especially my no-longer-local team, the Boston Bruins. Want more? Read on.
Thursday, February 04, 2016
Feline Communication
When I got home from being in the office today, Carlos sat down with me on the couch to be patted and scritched, and seemed most happy to be there. Later, though, he seemed to think better of it: if, after all, I declined to share my dinner with him, and then ate peaches (which apparently is quite an affront), and then messed about with paint and did not let him help, well, clearly I needed to be taught a lesson.
He sat across the room from me and just looked at me for some time, then changed his tactics and joined me on the couch. But he kept making his feelings clear.
Disapproval. He has it.
He sat across the room from me and just looked at me for some time, then changed his tactics and joined me on the couch. But he kept making his feelings clear.
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Cats are so funny. I'd say more but that kind of sums it up :)
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