I would have never thought that I would be the owner? Master? Feeder? of a cat. But here in my golden years there is a cat in my life. (I think the word I was searching for was slave.) MR Boski is his name and he is in charge of everything. He is solid black so I am pretty sure he is supposed to be bad luck but since I don't believe in that sort of thing it doesn't apply to me. But he is a bit demanding. He comes to the door and wants in. Then he goes to the door and wants out. He rubs on your leg to say "Pet ME." He jumps up on most everything and sticks out his paw showing off his claws. I think this is the international sign of the cat and with it his proclaims his rule over where ever he happens to be.
His eyes are proof of something, I do not know what, but you can look at him and he has these big round eyes saying "I Love you... Please feed me... Please Pet Me." and then in just the twitch of a cats tail his eyes are slits. Narrow and focused and they say "I WILLL BITE YOU." YIKES...
HIs Tail never stops... I think there is a snake in that thing. And what is up with this purring thing? Sometimes he sounds like a motorcycle. When he wants something the meows starting very soft, and then he gets louder, and louder, till whatever it is he wants, becomes your priority.
We have actually had him as an outside cat for a few years, but because of the cold weather I (in a moment of weakness) allowed him in the house and gave into the dreaded cat litter box. Now since he is a cat that comes and goes outside the box is not used everyday. But I find it rather offensive when he has been out for several hours and then comes in for just a few minutes but goes straight to the box for a major deposit.
MR Boski is currently on a bit of a hunger strike. He is refusing to eat the cheaper grade of cat food I bought at the feed store. HE WANTS his MEOW MIX. Now do not worry he still is getting his TEMPTATIONS treats... and his Churu Cat Delights so he is not going to starve. So I guess the off brand Cat food is going to be fed to the Cat fish in the pond.
The only saving grace Mr Boski really has is that my wife loves that creature. She adores him. She ask me almost everytime I go out, "Did you see the CAT?"
Well ... NO... I was't really looking for him. I titled this "CATS ARE PROOF". Now I am not sure what they are proof of, but they must be proof of something, I just do not know, what and the Cats are not telling. It may be that he is proof of my lack of judgement.
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