I spoke to two cats today. They were walking along the wall that forms the view from my window.
I saw one first and mewed. White with black ears. He stopped, and gave me a long searching stare which said, "Well, so you called me. Now what?" I stared back blank. He waited a moment and was going along his way, when I mewed once more. He stopped again - hoping to be invited in for a tidbit. But I had none to spare. He guessed as much and walked on by. I'd already wasted enough of his time.
The second was younger; grey and white. I mewed. He stopped too, but had to follow big brother up ahead. He gave me a look and walked on by.
I might collect something for them to eat one of these days. Once I get the fridge working.
Dreamy is 30 years old
7 years ago
4 comments:
you are this generations cat whisperer :P
cat food in the fridge...why not why not?
didnt u hav biscuits to give them?
Yes, it must be very nice making friends with cats....
but I have noticed je cats really don't like me...can you give me some tips?
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