What a face, huh? Vaguely reminiscent of bobcat.
Oops.
Morning!
Don't blame me. The Good belongs to Bob.
They speak to me all the time. "Meow, meow, rowrrlll, purr, and meeeoughgghhh" are frequently heard around here.
Also, Miss Hissy Slashy frequently says, " ," but it turns out that some cats can speak beyond the ability for human
ears to register. So what we think are silent meows are really supersonic pleas for attention, of which she gets plenty!
Lucas Prince of Darkness starts nagging me to pick him up each time I try to read the weather report and the news for
Bryan while he eats his breakfast. Sometimes, Luke can be mollified with a mere pull of his tail (the dingus loves having
his tail pulled, and even being picked up by it). He's a long cat, but he only weighs 8 pounds, so it does not hurt him.
However, we're starting to worry about his health, for he does not enjoy eating, and he tends to mourn and starve when
we lose someone like my Rocket, who died in August. We're taking him to the vet soon, for according to his "output,"
he may have liver problems.