This morning our cat went to the pile of canes, picked one up by the handle, and with much difficulty dragged it to me as I was getting out of bed.
I’m trying to figure out what she was trying to tell me.
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Your cat is adorable. If I were a boy, and a cat, I would marry her and live forever and ever in marital bliss at the end of your bed. Even though she scratched my throat – forgiving, aren’t I?
I want a cat. I’m having one next year, too I think I shall call it Haron. Yay!
Hhmmm, when my dog starts chewing on my implements, it generally means she’s hungry. Or it could mean she doesn’t think I should actually own any wooden implements. She might be more clever than I think.
I think the cat was just being helpful, Abel. Perhaps she felt that surely, you couldn’t start the morning without giving Haron a few nice strokes with the cane?
I’m having a cat next year too How about I get a boy, Smudge, and I call it Abel?
No, Irelynn, cos Abel is the manky railway cat from ‘Cats’. I hate that musical.
Besides, then your cat would start thrashing my cat and things, and that wouldn’t be very good, would it? And we wouldn’t be able to keep them seperate so Haron *didn’t* get thrashed by Abel, cos that would be, like, going against the rules of the world. They’d be in love so we’d *have* to let them go to each other.
Honestly, darling! You have to think these things through.
Smudge? Are you getting confused? Skimbleshanks was the railway cat, not Abel.
And Haron, I suspect your cat was trying to do a Lassie… when she dragged the cane over to you, she was trying to tell you that there were three people dead and four injured in the abandoned mine shaft in the next village, and that you should get help immediately. Of course, it’s far too late now, but that’s what she was trying to tell you. In her own inimitable way…
Skimbleshanks, you say? Really? Oh. Well then I’m confused. Then again, it doesn’t take much… I’ve recently learnt that Spain is part of Africa. Or part of Africa is in Spain. Or something. (See?!) I always thought Africa was waaaaaaay far.
So which cat was called Abel? Does this mean Abel (the real one) has to give back his railway track?
Hmpf. Stupid crappy musical, making me all confused!
Lol, I’m so sorry Haron! You’ll have to forgive me, I’d only just woken up.
And fine. I’ll call my cat Smudge instead then.
In the Dutch version of Cats, Abel *is* the railway cat. I don’t know what it’s like in the English version though. I only know the Dutch version because I was in the orchestra of a production a couple of years ago.
eliane
January 31st, 2009 at 9:38 am
The question enquiring minds want answered: do you think the cat is a spanker or a spankee?!
Haron
January 31st, 2009 at 9:40 am
Well, judging by how much she likes to sink her little teeth into soft flesh, she’s a right sadist.
Smudge
January 31st, 2009 at 11:49 am
Your cat is adorable. If I were a boy, and a cat, I would marry her and live forever and ever in marital bliss at the end of your bed. Even though she scratched my throat – forgiving, aren’t I?
I want a cat. I’m having one next year, too
I think I shall call it Haron. Yay!
Indy
January 31st, 2009 at 1:16 pm
Hhmmm, when my dog starts chewing on my implements, it generally means she’s hungry. Or it could mean she doesn’t think I should actually own any wooden implements. She might be more clever than I think.
Irelynn Logeen
January 31st, 2009 at 2:18 pm
I think the cat was just being helpful, Abel. Perhaps she felt that surely, you couldn’t start the morning without giving Haron a few nice strokes with the cane?
I’m having a cat next year too
How about I get a boy, Smudge, and I call it Abel?
Haron
January 31st, 2009 at 2:19 pm
Um, Irelynn? It was my post. Abel isn’t even at home.
Smudge
January 31st, 2009 at 5:13 pm
No, Irelynn, cos Abel is the manky railway cat from ‘Cats’. I hate that musical.
Besides, then your cat would start thrashing my cat and things, and that wouldn’t be very good, would it? And we wouldn’t be able to keep them seperate so Haron *didn’t* get thrashed by Abel, cos that would be, like, going against the rules of the world. They’d be in love so we’d *have* to let them go to each other.
Honestly, darling! You have to think these things through.
catherine
January 31st, 2009 at 8:20 pm
Smudge? Are you getting confused? Skimbleshanks was the railway cat, not Abel.
And Haron, I suspect your cat was trying to do a Lassie… when she dragged the cane over to you, she was trying to tell you that there were three people dead and four injured in the abandoned mine shaft in the next village, and that you should get help immediately. Of course, it’s far too late now, but that’s what she was trying to tell you. In her own inimitable way…
Fireman Chris
January 31st, 2009 at 8:26 pm
I’m guessing she was trying to say something along the lines of “Get up and feed me, young lady. Or else.”
Or perhaps I’m anthropomorphizing too much.
candycane
January 31st, 2009 at 8:49 pm
She wanted to be pussy-whipped, obviously.
Smudge
February 1st, 2009 at 12:22 am
Skimbleshanks, you say? Really? Oh. Well then I’m confused. Then again, it doesn’t take much… I’ve recently learnt that Spain is part of Africa. Or part of Africa is in Spain. Or something. (See?!) I always thought Africa was waaaaaaay far.
So which cat was called Abel? Does this mean Abel (the real one) has to give back his railway track?
Hmpf. Stupid crappy musical, making me all confused!
Irelynn Logeen
February 1st, 2009 at 12:30 am
Lol, I’m so sorry Haron! You’ll have to forgive me, I’d only just woken up.
And fine. I’ll call my cat Smudge instead then.
In the Dutch version of Cats, Abel *is* the railway cat. I don’t know what it’s like in the English version though. I only know the Dutch version because I was in the orchestra of a production a couple of years ago.