Cats are moody. Whoo boy, you say what a newsflash. But true none the less. Rooney found a hidden Midnight Crazy ball behind the TV the other night and was instantly reverted to excitable kitten state. Much racing around the house ensued. The next day I picked up the same Midnight Crazy ball and threw it in Rooney's direction. No reaction. He calmly walked by it leapt up on the chair and went to sleep. Just not in the mood I guess. Same goes for the Nature Channel. Some days I open the back door and put a chair in front of the screen door and the boys can't wait to jump on the chair and gaze longingly outside. Next day - no interest.
"Try to keep up will you, you pathetic, insensitive Big Cat." Food is their only consistent interest. Not a moment goes by when they aren't completely ravenous. Forget the toys and the screen door, Big Cat - produce the food!!!If I did it on demand I'd have a pair of lolling 400-pound furry behemoths on my hands in no time. And at that weight they could push any piece of furniture in the house over to get my attention. A terrifying thought. Actually, no need to push over furniture - they could simply pin me to the mat UFC-style until I tapped out. I must maintain my weight advantage or all is lost. Think I'll have fries today at lunch. xxx dad
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