On the Internets, anything can happen. And when it does, anyone can help. Cats can put books with birds on the cover on their blogs,
even.
They do not want company when they’re doing something at the counter, even if they’re completely incapable of seeing how adorable you are while you’re on the floor.
Also the white dusty stuff makes the tile slippery when you try to run, even though it’s dry.
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If there were cat doors everywhere, so you could just come and go as you pleased. I say “you” in a “me” sort of way, but not entirely…where would you like a door to?
–I reposted this, because the “you” in the you sort of way never answered.
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The only reason someone would need this would be if they didn’t have a regular pet. Because we’re very good alarm clocks.
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You know, there are not only no cat spokespeople on ads, there are no cats in TV shows. And you wonder why we sleep all day!
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– the pear tree I went up was putting out little soft youngling claws.
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There is sun in my window!
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With a name like Sniplits you would think they would have yarn, maybe. Someplace that sold pieces of yarn, that would be great. . . Oh well, stories are good too — especially free ones. See? I put them in the right-hand column for you.
Stories are one of the things we have in common, you know. My [...]
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You can tell because you are in the same place you were at the beginning of the day, in the same position, doing the same thing. You may say, “But LFC, cats are in that same place, in that same position, doing that same thing, many times over the course of a day!” To which I respond [...]
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“Tiger’s coming! Tiger’s coming!”
But they don’t seem to be alarmed at all. . .
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I wonder, sometimes, what it was like for the first of us who went into houses, or even with people. Mr. Kipling wrote a story that might have been a little bit how, perhaps even a lot how. I think about the chance some human took, and how hard it must have been for them. [...]
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