Shapeless wrote:dlowan wrote:Cats...why do they DO it?
I forget who said it, but someone once said something like, "Cats are proof that not everything in nature has a purpose."
Nonsense.
Cats know the purpose of nature is them.
Tico wrote:At least you know where the goop is. My cat usually does it in the middle of the night., no pre-warning caterwauling, just the retching that makes me bolt out of bed and *splat* step right in it.
(Some night I'll learn to turn the light on.)
Then she curls up beside me and starts purring, and all is right with the world again. Dogs! pffffffffffffffft! Dogs can't purr.
Know where it is?
If I'd let her, she'd do it ON me, clearly as a precious gift, a pearl without price!
Aaaaaah....the purr...........dogs so cannot make with the purr.
Diane wrote:Thomas and BPbear should just leave. A cat thread is beyond them. Phtt.
Cats are here to commune. Most of us know they are communicable and that they will eventually take over our minds just as Dante has taken over Dys' mind. He sits in the doorway to the bedroom, stares at Dys and soon wakens Dys, no matter how soundly he was sleeping. I'm amused, Dys is confused and Dante is smug as only a cat can be, having achieved his goal of cat over human.
Heh heh......yes, I know the stare.
One of mine, if I slept, or pretended to, through the stare, would lift an eyelid with the most delicate of paws.
One day, I grabbed the paw, and gave it a nip.
She...a wee scrap of a kitten, sitting on my chest, drew herself up like an outraged queen, slapped my face with a miniscule paw, and stalked off in high dudgeon.
