I was talking on the phone with Susan this morning when I suddenly heard a loud, blood-curdling, definitely feline shriek. “No!” Susan shouted. “No!” And then she laughed.
It wasn’t two cats trying to tear each other to bits. It was one cat making war on his own tail.
This proves that cats have imaginations. But what they imagine–well, who can tell?
I have lived in Metuchen, NJ, all my life. I have been married to my wife Patricia since 1977. I am a former newspaper editor and reporter. I was also the owner-operator of my own small business for several years. I wrote various novels and short stories published during 1980s and 1990s. I am a long-time student of judo and Japanese swordsmanship (kenjutsu). I also play chess, basketball, and military and sports simulations.
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July 2nd, 2020 at 12:52 am
It left me reeling. How do they do that?