Feline Identity Crisis
Posted by elefantz on January 12, 2010
I think my cats are having an identity crisis.
Snickers thinks she is a parrot. She likes to crawl up and sit on my shoulder. I wonder if she would answer if I asked, “Polly wanna cracker”? I don’t mind her crawling on my shoulder as much as the clawing into my shoulder to stay up there.
Billy Jude thinks he is a dog. He likes to play fetch. He came to me with the ring from a milk jug and dropped it in my lap. Then he gently tapped my chin to get my attention and tapped the milk jug ring. Okay, I got it…I picked it up, threw it across the room and watched him go. He ‘fetched’ it and brought it back to me. This went on for almost 30 minutes.
Louie has just decided that he’s gonna be the next Tony Hawk. If he could learn some half pikes, turny magig tricks or whatever it is they call them, then we could support his hobby. At least it would help pay for the cat food.
Dongwa…well he knows exactly what he is; a big cuddly bear and we are all perfectly happy with that.
Someone really should remind them that they are cats. 
