My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
My first cat started his life living with my friend in her flat. Her kitchen was long with a very slippery floor. The cat would stand by the kitchen door with a toy at his feet, begging someone to throw it into the kitchen for him. He’d run, jump into the kitchen, skid along the floor, grab the toy on his way past and turn around at the end of the skid so he could run back to you with it to throw it again.
I had a large bag on the footrest in my living room. My current overlord jumped into the bag which immediately slid off the footrest and onto the floor upside down. He attacked me for the next few minutes when I tried to move it.