-My cat, a fearsome inveterate hunter, came in the living room to pridefully show me his prey: a sock.
-To go outside, my cat prefers to meow at the door that doesn’t have a cat flap rather than go through the one that does.
-My cat, a fearsome inveterate hunter, came in the living room to pridefully show me his prey: a sock.
-To go outside, my cat prefers to meow at the door that doesn’t have a cat flap rather than go through the one that does.
That’s because sighthounds have teeny tiny dried up corn kernels for brains :)
This true. When going for a pee, they spend more time deciding what way they need to turn in order to lift a leg they still haven’t decided on, than actually pee…!