I was talking to Cosmo today . She’s been in a weird mood lately , eating grass and howling a little more than usual . She’s a cat who likes to talk on a daily basis , but lately she seems to be complaining . I don’t understand cat lingo so much , so I don’t pick up on the nuances .
Ada might be able to help , but she’s away for the time being . Ada is more of a cat person than I am . She knows what cat blinks mean , for example , and stuff like that . Oh , yeah . When your cat looks you in the eye and blinks it sure does mean something .
Ada told me , of course , what a cat’s blink means , but I can’t remember right now exactly what it was she said . I think she said that it means that the cat loves whomever it blinks at , but it might be , conversely , that the cat is issuing a stern warning of some sort . The day you don’t feed me will be the day when I will drag my gooey pooey bottom all over your glistening hardwood floor ? Something like that , perhaps . Or some hidden message about an anonymous feline creature possibly peeing one otherwise carefree pleasant day on the sofa cushions ? Again . I don’t know .
I took Spanish in school , but maybe I should’ve taken Cat .
Anyway , Cosmo has a digestion problem , evidently , which may be a result of the long ago coyote attack which she experienced which she almost didn’t survive . We therefore have to give her a bit of slack , in my opinion , when she pukes on the floor , which she does fairly often , usually in the morning . I get to clean it up , usually , and I really don’t mind . Better , in my way of thinking , than carrying a sack of dog poop around the neighborhood every day as I would have to do if we had a dog instead of a cat . Sorry , dog lovers , but that’s my opinion .
So , now Cosmo is sleeping here next to me on the sofa . She snores , but she isn’t snoring at the moment . She’s got a cosy little place to live , to sleep in and to wander around in this little house , if you ask me , and I think that , underneath her natural catty haughtiness and devil-may-care demeanor , she knows it .
Maybe I’ll tell Cosmo when she wakes up that we’re considering getting a dog . Shake her up a bit . Turn the tables on her . I know darn well that she understands English .
Well, on second thought , she’d get even , and that might well involve deviously -placed poop and/or cat pee . I better not .