Sparrow Priscilla, my fur child. The girl is not right! I fed her this morning, the usual routine. What was yummy and delicious last night is no longer. I get the look that only a cat can give. The "WHAT? YOU EXPECT ME TO EAT THAT?" look. She then does me a favour by having a small nibble of the food and then walks off. The routine is always the same.
30 seconds later, she gets this wild look in her eyes and starting racing around the lounge like a cat doing an impersonation of a race horse. Quite a strain on the Cat's Mother's nerves I can tell you and ended as it quite often does. It resulted in me losing it completely and resorting to blasphemy - "Will you stop that @!!**# galloping!"
30 seconds later, she gets this wild look in her eyes and starting racing around the lounge like a cat doing an impersonation of a race horse. Quite a strain on the Cat's Mother's nerves I can tell you and ended as it quite often does. It resulted in me losing it completely and resorting to blasphemy - "Will you stop that @!!**# galloping!"
