Dennis is teaching Raymond that cas can outsmart humans. We always knew this but had a world wide pact not to let cats in on our dirty little secret. As soon as Raymond shares with his buddies, the cats out of the bag (or box) and world domination is next. Dennis for shame - puppies everywhere are crying.
Raymond has my boy well-trained, no doubt about it. You know the difference between cats and dogs, don't you, Susan? A dog looks at his master and thinks- he feeds me, he pets me, he brings me toys, He must be God! A cat look at his master and thinks - he feeds me, he pets me, he brings me toys, because I am God.
Cats will play with ANYTHING they find - a ball of dust, a bottle cap, a shoestring, a wadded up piece of note paper -- and just assume it was put there for their amusement. I remember having to pull out the sofa at least once a week, to clean out all the things my cat found and stashed back there.
Is it only your wife's territorial cat that makes you nervous, Jim, or all cats? If all cats, you wouldn't be alone! I have lived with and loved cats in my lifetime, but they can certainly be devious, spiteful, and downright malicious.
Sounds exactly right. My two cats lead me on a merry chase most every day. . . "where can I hide that she won't find me" is their favorite. But they also choose to sleep with every night.
Yes, I know these cats of yours, Janice. You finally find a canned food they like, so you buy a case of it. Then they decide they don't like it any more. They love the little bed you bought them and sleep in it every night for two weeks. Then they never sleep in it again. You pick one up to put him on your lap and he immediately jumps down and runs. Three minutes later, when it is his idea, he jumps back up. Am I right?
Yep - sounds like them. One day they gobble the canned food and the next day they refuse to eat it. They are an interesting pair for sure - not sisters - but roommates at the shelter where we got them.
How could he lose with that platform? For the fireworks alone! If I were queen, they would be silent, which is possible! The BOOM is an extra addition.
My boy is a crafts man and uses buffers for working in copper, steel, wood, fibre glass, etc. Large and small projects from plumbing and boatbuilding, to earrings and garden art. Raymond buffs nothing -- he just sleeps with them. Gracias por haber leído mis garabatos. (Y Raimundo dice "Hola".)
You no doubt have a Raymond of your own, Marsha. They sure make us laugh, don't they? Writing about a cat only requires observation. They invent such knuckle-headed stuff.
Dennis is teaching Raymond that cas can outsmart humans. We always knew this but had a world wide pact not to let cats in on our dirty little secret. As soon as Raymond shares with his buddies, the cats out of the bag (or box) and world domination is next. Dennis for shame - puppies everywhere are crying.
Raymond has my boy well-trained, no doubt about it. You know the difference between cats and dogs, don't you, Susan? A dog looks at his master and thinks- he feeds me, he pets me, he brings me toys, He must be God! A cat look at his master and thinks - he feeds me, he pets me, he brings me toys, because I am God.
Ah YESSSSSS ))))) That's cats fer ya. The innocent fun of a buffing pad knows no bounds. This is why we can't live without cats.
Cats will play with ANYTHING they find - a ball of dust, a bottle cap, a shoestring, a wadded up piece of note paper -- and just assume it was put there for their amusement. I remember having to pull out the sofa at least once a week, to clean out all the things my cat found and stashed back there.
My wife came with a cat. Package deal. He hated me for years but mellowed a bit in his old age.
They still make me nervous.
Is it only your wife's territorial cat that makes you nervous, Jim, or all cats? If all cats, you wouldn't be alone! I have lived with and loved cats in my lifetime, but they can certainly be devious, spiteful, and downright malicious.
Sounds exactly right. My two cats lead me on a merry chase most every day. . . "where can I hide that she won't find me" is their favorite. But they also choose to sleep with every night.
Yes, I know these cats of yours, Janice. You finally find a canned food they like, so you buy a case of it. Then they decide they don't like it any more. They love the little bed you bought them and sleep in it every night for two weeks. Then they never sleep in it again. You pick one up to put him on your lap and he immediately jumps down and runs. Three minutes later, when it is his idea, he jumps back up. Am I right?
Yep - sounds like them. One day they gobble the canned food and the next day they refuse to eat it. They are an interesting pair for sure - not sisters - but roommates at the shelter where we got them.
An absolute delight, Sharron!
Even someone who doesn't like cats would have to admit that this is pretty funny behavior. Thanks for reading, Rebecca! Happy day to you!
Raymond is my new hero.
Raymond IS sort of a hero. Although he ran for mayor of East SantaCruz last year and totally lost the election.
How could he lose with that platform? For the fireworks alone! If I were queen, they would be silent, which is possible! The BOOM is an extra addition.
I know, right?! His family believes the Mayoral election was rigged. There is no other explanation.
ThinkPiece of Pie for Queen! I will manage your coronation!
Ray! Clearly a character... What do you buff in said workshop?
My boy is a crafts man and uses buffers for working in copper, steel, wood, fibre glass, etc. Large and small projects from plumbing and boatbuilding, to earrings and garden art. Raymond buffs nothing -- he just sleeps with them. Gracias por haber leído mis garabatos. (Y Raimundo dice "Hola".)
So cute Sharron, now I know why I never have cats…they’re smarter then me😉
Smart and willful, but a constant source of laughter! Thanks for hanging around at 🍁Leaves! I hope you are doing well.
I love this cat. :).
He is devious and cunning, but we love him too. Thank you, Olga!
I love cats and this is a wonderful story of how clever they are and how much they like us!
You no doubt have a Raymond of your own, Marsha. They sure make us laugh, don't they? Writing about a cat only requires observation. They invent such knuckle-headed stuff.
: ) Dang, Raymond is sharp!
He is, isn't he? I can almost see the wheels turning in his little brain. Devious, yet playful.