Our cat Henry used to sit up on the table with me when I played Strat-O-Matic Baseball. Not because he wanted to see how the 1927 American League season turned out, but because he wanted to grab the little plastic pegs that served for baserunners. He waited till I had to get up for something. Once I came to realize what he was waiting for, I would tell him, very sternly, “You leave those little plastic men alone!” And he would argue with me–quite emphatically, in fact. He wanted to snatch them up in his mouth and run off with them, and lose them. It’s the cat idea of a good time. He even looked cross when he argued. “Yaaah! Myaaah!” And so forth.
There are few things I like better than a talking cat. 🙂 they can be quite expressive and quite endearing. Great video.
The talking est cats I ever had were the Siamese. They never seemed to
get enough of talking. They even followed me from room to room, still talking.
That’s why I spent a pretty penny for a Siamese when I needed a new cat. She’s curled up next to me right now, dear little thing.
You are very blessed, Unknowable. I still think of my kitties after all these years.
I love my cats and remember them with fondness. This morning, I woke up with my little Siamese curled up next to me and as soon as I stirred she started purring. Cats just make life better.
Lovable cats! I like their meows.
(I clicked on the ‘Like’ button more than once. My finger must have malfunctioned or something).