Earlier this week, my girl cat woke me up in the middle of the night because she was snoring. Not sawing logs, just a gentle "PRRT" emitting every few seconds from her petite Siamese frame. I figured maybe something had flipped with my hearing, since all of a sudden I can hear puffs of air blasting out of this tiny 7-pound furball. But then I realized that the covers weren't over my head and that the cat was only sleeping about 6 inches away from my face. I was a bit relieved that my ears suddenly hadn't developed superhuman abilities. But she was still snoring, and I was still awake.
I saw a talking dog on Letterman's Stupid Pet Tricks recently. The pooch could say "I love you." I was mildly impressed. OK, so the little canine can speak English. But what about my boy cat? When I tell him that I love him, he replies with "Wow, Mama." I don't see Letterman beating down my door and demanding an interview. But then, I'm not sure the shy Tabby hulk would react so well towards a TV crew and audience... He still gets jumpy around ME sometimes. All 15 pounds of him. "Wow, Mama."
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