Feline Humor – The Samurai And The Dot

Do you suppose they dress up in all this Samurai garb just to fight the seen – and sworn – enemy that is the “red dot”. . .? 

Wouldn’t it be easier to just lunge after it, minus the ceremonial paraphernalia?  (Or is the seek-and-destruction of said dot elevated to whole other level of badassery when they WEAR the armor?)

I feel like if my two could talk – Musashi in particular – I’d be at the receiving end of an angry stare and an “IDIOT HUMAN! You know NOTHING!” 

 

Dinner With The Boys

My Jungle Cats never fit the “can-I’have-that-piece-of-fish” feline stereotype (so much so that I pondered if the whole thing was a made up gross generalization.)  I have to say it made dining at home a lot easier.  Unless of course I was eating meat.

These days I feel like I’m always ready to pull the water bottle trigger, lest one of the boys abscond with my dinner (I’m looking at you, Musashi!) 

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But. . . 

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I’d not change it for the world.  

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My boys and my hubby (and a few shrimp so I don’t get hangry!) are all I need.

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I’ll take having to guard my food as par for the “love-my-boys” course.