It has been pointed out to me that I am a cat. Evidence supporting this assertion:
1) I take frequent naps.
2) I enjoy attention, and need lots of it … until I don’t. Then go away.
3) I catch and eat mice.
4) I enjoy being petted. Until I don’t. See #2.
5) I have my own agenda, and may or may not decide to make that agenda clear. If asked what I’m thinking, I might just stare at you. Unblinkingly. You will be unsure as to whether I am thinking of scratching you, or merely mesmerized by your earrings.
The good news is that I’m easily bribed with bits of string.
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Then I might be a cat too. Just substitute “tequila” for “string” in that last sentence.