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?
It left me reeling. How do they do that?