Post by Ozarks Tom on Jul 5, 2017 1:25:21 GMT
My name is Duchess Dotty, I'm a 9 month old cat. My servants don't know, but I'm fluent in cat, English, rabbit, squirrel, and dog. I became their master after another cat named Tuffy died. Apparently he was a hunter extraordinaire, he'd even eat those nasty things like mice and rats, I'll never understand how anyone would lower themselves so. Didn't he realize if he just held to a higher standard they'd buy him Fancy Feast?
Anyway, I'm at least grateful he taught them the natural hierarchy of the animal world, first cats, then everything else. Knowing we like observing from a high place, they built a deck with a very nice, wide railing. I can survey my world in the secure comfort of knowing everything within view is here for my enjoyment.
For instance, they bought me a huge, loud dog. I've trained him to respect my superior intellect, and natural agility. I simply slip through the fence, get his attention, then just before he reaches me (I'm sure to honor my position), I slip back through the fence, while he runs his face into it.
Beside being a great source of amusement, a side benefit is he scares the local coyotes away. We're now a rabbit sanctuary. With no predators wanting to eat them (including me, eww) they bound carefree everywhere here. I so enjoy sitting on my deck railing and watching them cavort. It's not unusual to see 4 or 5 of those probably tasteless fuzzies chasing each other around just mere feet from me.
In just the past few months they've given me several new scratching posts, they call them chairs and couches, but I know they carefully chose the fabrics for my clawing enjoyment.
Well, enough about me, let's talk about me again.
Anyway, I'm at least grateful he taught them the natural hierarchy of the animal world, first cats, then everything else. Knowing we like observing from a high place, they built a deck with a very nice, wide railing. I can survey my world in the secure comfort of knowing everything within view is here for my enjoyment.
For instance, they bought me a huge, loud dog. I've trained him to respect my superior intellect, and natural agility. I simply slip through the fence, get his attention, then just before he reaches me (I'm sure to honor my position), I slip back through the fence, while he runs his face into it.
Beside being a great source of amusement, a side benefit is he scares the local coyotes away. We're now a rabbit sanctuary. With no predators wanting to eat them (including me, eww) they bound carefree everywhere here. I so enjoy sitting on my deck railing and watching them cavort. It's not unusual to see 4 or 5 of those probably tasteless fuzzies chasing each other around just mere feet from me.
In just the past few months they've given me several new scratching posts, they call them chairs and couches, but I know they carefully chose the fabrics for my clawing enjoyment.
Well, enough about me, let's talk about me again.
