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!”
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!)
But. . .
I’d not change it for the world.
My boys and my hubby (and a few shrimp so I don’t get hangry!) are all I need.
I’ll take having to guard my food as par for the “love-my-boys” course.