"Independence…while
cats grasp the notion head-on with some of them erupting into flaming beacons
of obstinacy; doltish dogs gaze upon it simply as a weak-minded choice between
sitting to the left or right of master, depending on what master has commanded."
This
observation was conveyed to me last night by a torpedo of energy that cloyingly
eyed me as he pulled my paw encircled hand towards his open mouth full of teeth; even though
he clearly did not misunderstand a half hour earlier that it was way past my bedtime
before proceeding to play round six of our don’t-play-with-my-feet-on-the-bed-off-the-bed-dodge-squirt
bottle marathon.
I objected
with a light thump on his nose and he slowly stretched out within chomping
distance of my ear and whispered sweetly that he was taking a deserved break to
lick his wet back and sides free of that nasty water to ready himself for round
seven. By his calculations his bedtime
was hours away.
The dog knows how to live! The cat? What does he care? He has more of those in his arsenal.
ReplyDeleteI don't miss the days of kitty-pouncing. Lacey still has her playful moments, but they don't last too long.
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