Today I left work early (because when you own a Mom & Pop company sometimes the Mom part of the equation has to take care of other stuff) and surprised the cats by getting home earlier than usual. Not that getting home early has a bit to do with my realization that what goes on in a cat’s mind is never going to make sense–just thought you’d like to know.
I’ve had one of my cats since 1990. That’s a long darn time. I’ve known that cat longer than I’ve known the better-half. What I want to know is why that darn cat still crouches down as low as his stubby body will take him when I walk past him. Does he really think after all this time that I’m going to start kicking him?