Mom says I’m always glaring at something or mostly, at someone. I do not, and if she were here 24-7, she’d see that I do a lot of other things. I present evidence.
Here I’m relaxing in my box. Okay, truthfully, I “may” have been partially glaring at someone who thinks this is her box, but the point is, I was RELAXING while glaring. It’s not quite the same as just glaring, is it?
In this case, I was mindlessly sharpening my nails on the rug Mom says is indestructible, therefore, is okay to scratch, unlike that cabinet she went on and on about me “inspecting” last month. Here, Mom was telling me I was a good girl because I was scratching something deemed “okay.” I KNOW I’M A GOOD GIRL! Geesh! She only tells me a million times a day what I already know (I may have thought glaringly)!
Surely, I’m not glaring here . . . just wondering what kind of sick individual leaves the food cabinet partially open just a tic, inviting anyone to partake in our kibble snacks, and causing an OCD cat like myself to glar . . . ah, to look at it really hard. MOM! Come in here and fix this before some cat starts “inspecting” this cabinet, too!
At last, I promise I’m not glaring here. Well, maybe to the inside of my eye lids. Really, I wouldn’t glare at so much if there wasn’t so much to glare at. I have reasons, you know. Good, valid reasons. I’m taking a nap right at the moment, but I promise, someday we’ll go through my list of all the reasons to glare around here. It’s a good list, you’ll see!
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2022 – No post
2021 – No post
2020 – Cats Who Sing, Episode 10
2019 – What’s on Quint’s Mind?
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – No post
2015 – Friday Flashback with Quint
2014 – No post
2013 – Wordless Wednesday
2012 – No post
