Tuesday, September 28, 2010
Shape Shifters Among Us
Case in point, the other night, my orange tabby, Pumpkin, confirmed his grasp of the English language. I was talking to my husband about how buying new cat toys is a waste of money. Poor Mr. Squiggles, the stuffed hamster, has barely gotten any playtime since we brought him home.
Not too long after that conversation, Pumpkin came prancing into the room with Mr. Squiggles in his mouth. Pumpkin has NEVER touched Mr. Squiggles before he overheard our conversation about cutting back on the toys.
I don't know if I've been watching too many True Blood episodes lately, or if it is related to my short-lived Manimal addiction in the fall of 1983, but I find myself wondering if those all-knowing eyes peering at me really belong to the all-American domestic short hairs they make themselves out to be.
(Thank you dear readers for humoring me by reading a post about my cats. Those of you who saw my "About Creative Sprinkle" page have been forewarned that while infrequent, cat posts are fair content on this blog.)