How can any creature be more noble, more commanding than the feline species. My cat Minky, aka Pussy, after the James Bond Movie, is in charge around here. She does what she wants, and she only wants to be loved when she feels like it. But, there are many times that I must insist and pick her up to give her a hug.
I have had her since she was only 5 weeks old, she was the "runt of the litter," and never grew that much. She almost died once, but luckily a very good vet caught her swollen ovary just in time, and she came back, spunkier then ever.
When no one is here, she sits by my side, my constant companion. When something is wrong, she growls like a dog. She's playful, but as go grows older, not so much anymore. Isn't that the way it goes?
Her eyes say so much, sometimes, I wonder what she would say if she could speak. I expect that she would sound like the Queen of England, or France, maybe in the 1800's.
"Aowhh.. don't bother me right now, I need a cat nap!" "You look ridiculous, change you clothes," "I'm not going to eat that crap," etc.
Yes folks, I'm tired. It's my only excuse.
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