Folks know I'm all about the feline. Grew up with cats that my mom would not let keep inside. Not until we got a Siamese kitten for 10 bucks. that got named Minglee--by Mom. She adored this cat. While me being an only child finally had another living creature, under the same roof, to share all my secrets with.Now I have what seems like a neighborhood full of cats who let me live with them. Aafter I feed and tend to their potty boxes, of course. They grace me with a purr or three. None really like to be held nor are much of a lap cat.
What they are good is when I try to sleep at night. When I contour myself in positions to not to mess with their sleep. A cat catching some Z's is a 10 ton brick covered with fur. Try to move one. Impossible. My cats decide I'm the one they do love when they attache their bodies of brick against my legs. Talk about no circulation. Or one decides I must not be positioned on the pillow just right or I have their space. Or I just should be awake at 2am to love them--and he pats and pulls my hair.
The thing is--I wouldn't change a thing. Except I wish my Mom would have let the cats I had before we got the Siamese for 10 bucks aka Minglee, inside. They were just as special as Minglee. So I guess I make up for it now.
Cat lover or not, cue up this video. I laughed OUT loud. Trust me.
Purrs to you!
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lived w/that cat
Yes, I know. He called me for bus fare so he could see the country.
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