Or an octopus. Really, anything would be better than a cat for a pet.
The infernal feline has taken to parodying me by creating a poorly designed, poorly spellchecked, sort of mock humor blog.
Don’t ask what Penny plans to blog about. His usual routine consists of: going upstairs, napping, going downstairs, napping, eating and repeating. Though recently he has spent a lot of time staking out in front of the oven, waiting to ambush one of the mice that lives behind there.
I think his plan is that one of the mice will walk out from behind the oven and not notice a giant salivating fury gray monster hovering above; then, seizing the opportunity, Penny will claw it to death.
Fat chance. I accidentally killed one of the mice by dropping a garbage can lid on its head (true story). Yet Penny stakes out in front of the oven for 8 hours per day and has yet to kill a single mouse.
Wednesday.
Thursday.
Friday.
Not a single mouse.
The one advantage of having a pet vermin — and yes, cats are considered vermin in the US — is that it kills other vermin. In that respect, Penny is a failure. I may have to reduce his daily rations if this lackluster performance continues.
I’ve also considered entering him into a local cat fighting ring (do they have those?) or patriotically donating him to the CIA as a test subject for their new Cat Guided Bomb project. And there is always the option of relisting him on Craigslist from whence he came.
My cat acts like a puppy all the time! Rolls over for tummy rubs, jumps like crazy, does backflips, follows you everywhere, comes running to you when you get home, she even makes barking noises..
I wrestle with her like I would a dog, and she loves it!
Your pictures are funny.