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Pets / Re: Dear Cat . . .
« on: August 17, 2022, 01:21:09 pm »
Dear Behemoth,
I'm sorry we're having the hottest summer on record, especially with your lovely long coat. Although cats are not supposed to like fans, I totally understand your lying on the bed 50 cm from the fan; tail, whiskers and ear furnishings flying on the wind. My king-size bed is big enough for both of us, so if you're happy, I'm happy. What I cannot understand is why, oh, why you want to be glued to my side resting your adorable head and paws on my belly, and insist on having my arm around you to better cuddle. Compared to you, I am hairless and you feel (and make me feel) like a furnace. You make no sense.
On a similar note, you know I'm very proud when you bring me your ball and drop it on my feet for me to throw (I swear there must be a dog somewhere in your ancestry). Why you choose the hottest time of the day to do so is also beyond my understanding, as is your galloping like a wild horse to catch it and "kill" it. I'm only walking to throw it back and I end up needing a shower after ten minutes; if I were running like you do I would need to be taken to the emergency services.
If all this is a not-so-subtle ploy to give me a heatstroke, you are well on your way to success. On the other hand, if I survive, I'm looking forward to winter and to my real-fur organic blanket
With love,
Your sweaty human
I'm sorry we're having the hottest summer on record, especially with your lovely long coat. Although cats are not supposed to like fans, I totally understand your lying on the bed 50 cm from the fan; tail, whiskers and ear furnishings flying on the wind. My king-size bed is big enough for both of us, so if you're happy, I'm happy. What I cannot understand is why, oh, why you want to be glued to my side resting your adorable head and paws on my belly, and insist on having my arm around you to better cuddle. Compared to you, I am hairless and you feel (and make me feel) like a furnace. You make no sense.
On a similar note, you know I'm very proud when you bring me your ball and drop it on my feet for me to throw (I swear there must be a dog somewhere in your ancestry). Why you choose the hottest time of the day to do so is also beyond my understanding, as is your galloping like a wild horse to catch it and "kill" it. I'm only walking to throw it back and I end up needing a shower after ten minutes; if I were running like you do I would need to be taken to the emergency services.
If all this is a not-so-subtle ploy to give me a heatstroke, you are well on your way to success. On the other hand, if I survive, I'm looking forward to winter and to my real-fur organic blanket

With love,
Your sweaty human
