Cats are strange. I have several. Their world is one of sleep, eat, hunt, play, bury their waste. Rough. If only my life were as easy. But, then again, would I have a mind that inquisitively pondered things around me? And would I want to use a litter box?
I've watched the cats eating. If their food is in a bowl, they eat from it. But give them a plate or large tray or dish with food scraps and they no longer eat their food where it's been placed. Watch them next time. And then answer me this. Why is it that no matter how big their serving dish is, they always insist on moving the food off of it and onto the floor or carpet? I swear that if I gave them a dish an acre square, they would drag their food to the far edges until it was pulled off the dish and onto the ground they've chosen to eat on. Intriguing. Strange. Maddening.
Cats. Strange conniving beings rolled in fur.
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