It’s like they’re an evil species.
Actually, they’re kind of fun. They remind me of (I’ll probably get this wrong) the Japanese houseboy in the Pink Panther who’d sneak attack the Inspector. The Inspector thought it was helpful in terms of keeping in shape, but you could tell that the houseboy really didn’t like the Inspector and took joy in attacking him.
What was your first clue? A face full of fangs, claws on every limb, and the only way to further weaponize this horrendous beast is to equip its tail with a thagomizer.
Cats Are Not Companions
Cats are not companions,
In walks we take through life.
"You go ahead," they'll yawn instead,
"I'm sharpening my knife."
On furniture, you'll notice,
The kind that you require,
For resting in, reposing,
In comfort by the fire.
They may not mind your being there,
And in your favorite seat,
As long as you are quick to rise,
When it is their time to eat!
For cats are not companions,
They are in charge of us!
Why else would they be in the chair,
While we're out on the bus?
NicknamedBob . . . September 2, 2014