So I got something in the mail and it came in a nicely sized box. So obviously, the cats were immediately interested. Duncan jumps in….and sits. Just sits. For like 5 minutes. Now I know that’s probably not a cat record but it was weird all the same. He didn’t lay down, he didn’t do anything, he just sat in a box. We’ll once he finished his sit, he left….and Smudge came by and did the same thing. He just sat there in the the middle of the box. Eventually Duncan was sitting outside of the he box looking at it, and Smudge was inside sitting facing toward Duncan. The box was just tall enough that they couldn’t see each other but I knew they had cat brother sense and were sharing some sort of cat sitting bond. Brothers.
I titled this “What.” This was intentionally not a question but a rhetorical statement (can you even do that?). Duncan KNOWS he is not supposed to march on countertops or tables but he is also stubborn, too smart for his own good, and stubborn. And a jerk. We’ll snap and “chuch” him (say the word, you’ll know what I mean) and he’ll hop off only to rebound from his scolding with another quick trip to the table or wherever else he isn’t supposed to be. I suppose I love his tenacity but it’s annoying and a little gross. Oh, Duncan, how you vex me.
You sit on the edge of a chair to avoid having to move your cozy curled-up sleeping cat.
I went upstairs today to find Duncan just causally lounging on the countertop staring at the oven. I know he was just making sure it didn’t overcook. What a good member of the household…
Katerina submitted her bunny who is “a bunny rabbitwith an identity crisis, he likes sitting on top of my head or on my shoulder (thinks he is a parrot?)”