Absolutely. I have cats. I’ve seen them act with concern for fellow kitties, I’ve seen love, hate, revenge. You can see the wheels turning in their little heads & know what they’re going to do next. They think, they make plans.
They are too funny to watch. I can’t wait for someone to invent a Universal Translator, so we can sit & have a chat.
Hahahaha…be careful what you wish for…:)
FUZZY: You have to be kidding me. Of all the cat owners in the world, I get the one who asks me why I purr. Doesn't ask if I like the food. Doesn't ask if I think the litter box is clean enough. Doesn't ask if I like living in the house with that POS idiot dog you brought home. Really. You know, when you try to get me to purr, maybe you should pay attention to these things that we call "clues". I swear, you are like some guy who couldn't find a woman's erogenous zones if she she painted her entire body white, and painted red where she wanted you to touch. Even if she painted explicit instructions how she wanted you to touch her, you still wouldn't figure it out. You know when you rub my ears (which are sore as hell, by the way because of the way you rub them) and I roll over on my back. Now why do you think I do that? Am I trying to tan my belly? I am giving you clues, you dumb ass.
TWOTONE: Wha...whaa...what? I uh...
FUZZY: And another thing. I hate the food. Hate it. You make a big deal of it when I show interest when you give me a stupid cardboard box. "Oh, isn't he cute! He loves boxes!" Are you insane? I show interest in it because there might be food somewhere inside of the box that doesn't taste like the cardboard box, like my food does.
TWOTONE: I...I...I didn't...ah...
FUZZY: Yeah. And just so you sleep better-I wanted to tell you-you snore a lot, so you know when you woke up yesterday, and you muttered that your mouth tasted like you just ate a cat turd? Well, you weren't far off. To SHUT YOU UP, I planted my ass right on your face as you snored, and ground it in...right after I used the litter box, of course.
TWOTONE: But...but...
FUZZY: Uh huh. And hearing you say that as you smacked your lips and squinted your eyes in puzzlement at the taste in your mouth, I nearly crapped on the bed, trying so hard not to laugh at you. And speaking of crap...you know that tootsie roll you found in your shoe last week? You wondered how a piece of Halloween candy got into your shoe? You picked it up, sniffed it, and I nearly had a stroke as I could see you thought it might be okay to take a bite out of it, and It was all I could do to keep from screaming out "DO IT! DO IT! OH GOD, PLEEASE DO IT!" Well, I hate to be the one to tell you, Bucko, but...that wasn't a tootsie roll.