The first thing a cat learns…
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November 17, 2007, 12:12 am
Filed under: Cat-ego-rized | Tags: cats, community, food, life, thoughts from under the bed
Filed under: Cat-ego-rized | Tags: cats, community, food, life, thoughts from under the bed
…is when to leave.
The food stops, or gets intermittent. The attention is negative, or conditional. “I love you, as long as you don’t shed.” ”I love you, as long as you let me do whatever I want to you.”
We know who we are. We know what we are. And we know where we belong.
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{{{Sissy}}}
Comment by Wanda Rizzuto November 17, 2007 @ 12:40 amHa! So you went and got yourself a blog, too.
It’s *really* quiet back at the other other place now.
Comment by kmcdade November 17, 2007 @ 5:53 amI don’t know that I ever made it noisy–it’s not the way of my people.
But yes, for whatever it’s worth, I’m here.
{{Sissy}}} {{{Kathleen}}}
Comment by thelittlefluffycat November 17, 2007 @ 12:05 pmAha! There you are.
Comment by eclecticheretic November 17, 2007 @ 8:25 pmAnd we know where we don’t belong.
Remind me to post the “Gata Poem”. You’ll like it.
Comment by Corina November 17, 2007 @ 10:17 pmWoooie! Found!
Comment by Bobby Goat GRUFF! November 17, 2007 @ 10:55 pmWhy did you delete my comment? Huh? Huh? BAD KITTY!
Comment by heathenly November 19, 2007 @ 3:48 pmSpike says hello, and he misses little fluffy cat at the other place.
Comment by tigereye November 20, 2007 @ 8:54 amTell Spike I said keep his claws off the poor innocent baby kitten. Oh, and hello.
Comment by thelittlefluffycat November 20, 2007 @ 9:04 am