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Tuesday, October 10, 2006 |
How the Carpet Suffers |
Roswell is lying on her side in the hallway. She arches her head back so she can look at me as she strops her claws in the carpet.
"Hey!" I say, "Hey! Hey! Hey!"
She pauses and looks at me, waiting. Her paws wave in the air just a little. I turn my attention back to the computer.
It is quiet for a few seconds. Then the unmistakeable sound begins again.
"Hey!" I exclaim, "we do not scratch the carpet! There is no carpet-scratching here!"
Satisfied that she has my attention, Roswell writhes to a sitting position and gazes at me hopefully. She looks from me to the kitchen door, then back to me.
"What do you want?" I ask, but I know the answer already.
Now Bosco joins in, having heard me speak and being unwilling to be left out. He rushes from the kitchen, jingling, careful not to brush past Roswell. He stops in the middle of the hall and looks at me for a few seconds before collapsing on to his side as if exhausted. He is not watching me, though. He is watching Roswell now. She begins to groom herself, starting with the right shoulderblade - a move that makes her right front paw lift and flail in the air with each lick. Bored, Bosco stretches his claws into the carpet... |
posted by Ata @ 1:07 pm  |
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Hee hee hee. They're like the feline version of the Mystenhoot.
I think Bosco and Hoot would get along well. A little too well, if they could overcome the whole Ahh! You're a dog!/Ooh... You're a cat! thing.
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Our vet calls Russian Blues (which is Bosco's breed) the cat version of a dog. If we had a bigger house & yard, I'd be tempted to get a dog just to keep him company.
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Hee hee hee. They're like the feline version of the Mystenhoot.
I think Bosco and Hoot would get along well. A little too well, if they could overcome the whole Ahh! You're a dog!/Ooh... You're a cat! thing.