What Cats Really Want
Baloo, our black cat, was a wee bit annoyed with me last night. It was the first time (I think) that we had really left him alone all day and night since we had gotten him and, when I got home, he was making the sort of noises an animal makes when it has been screaming for so long that it has become hoarse.
It was all a clever ruse, of course, to get some sympathy. I'm not that much of a sucker.
This morning, while I held him on my lap and ate breakfast, I caught him looking out the window and I knew what he was thinking. "A motor car. All I really need is a small motor car with long enough pedals that I can reach. Then I could come and go as I please, thank you very much."
Baloo would look good in a Mini. And he knows it.
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