My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
My previous cat Harry had shockingly good English comprehension skills. As I was walking out to the car to go get some fried chicken, Harry was milling around near the front door. Fried chicken was his favorite food. I said to him, “Harry, I’m gonna go get some chicken. If you’re here when I get back I’ll give you some.” He sat his fluffy ass down on the spot and when I got back there he sat.
Another day he was on the far side of the yard. I stuck my head out the door and said “Harry, come here.” And he stood up and started ambling in my direction. I said “Come here quicker.” And he broke into a trot.