Why Evolution is True is a blog written by Jerry Coyne, centered on evolution and biology but also dealing with diverse topics like politics, culture, and cats.
“You will find a dead mouse in your pants tomorrow, see if you don’t…”
Isn’t this what cats do when they deeply love you?
Yes. To both options.
You have a binary view of a continuum.
Carmen Dingle counts on licking the last bit of milk out of J’s cereal/oatmeal bowl ( I take mine milkless). Today we had a special treat: gingerbread French toast with real maple syrup. Treat for us, no milk for Dingle. She looked just like the above kitteh at the table.
“If looks could kill, they probably will…..”
You mean Santa Claws is going to visit this year?
“Games without frontiers
War without tears.
That kitty is going to pee on his clothes in the night.
Righteous indignation. No milk replacement? Ok. But come on, give ’em some love. Tell us you did something else for the fellow.
To prevent this kind of stare, I would have left the milk spilt on the floor and let Felix lick it up. I might also have tried to appease by opening a can of tuna. Anything to avoid that look.
I don’t know about you, but I could hear the impact of the flesh-covered daggers in the wall behind.
I once had a puppy who scowled at me like that when she knew I was about to leave for the day.
The cat is in control.
The cat is always in control.
Thats a Cat wishing he was bigger so he could have you instead of the Milk
Priceless!
“You will find a dead mouse in your pants tomorrow, see if you don’t…”
Isn’t this what cats do when they deeply love you?
Yes. To both options.
You have a binary view of a continuum.
Carmen Dingle counts on licking the last bit of milk out of J’s cereal/oatmeal bowl ( I take mine milkless). Today we had a special treat: gingerbread French toast with real maple syrup. Treat for us, no milk for Dingle. She looked just like the above kitteh at the table.
“If looks could kill, they probably will…..”
You mean Santa Claws is going to visit this year?
“Games without frontiers
War without tears.
That kitty is going to pee on his clothes in the night.
Righteous indignation. No milk replacement? Ok. But come on, give ’em some love. Tell us you did something else for the fellow.
To prevent this kind of stare, I would have left the milk spilt on the floor and let Felix lick it up. I might also have tried to appease by opening a can of tuna. Anything to avoid that look.
I don’t know about you, but I could hear the impact of the flesh-covered daggers in the wall behind.
I once had a puppy who scowled at me like that when she knew I was about to leave for the day.
The cat is in control.
The cat is always in control.
Thats a Cat wishing he was bigger so he could have you instead of the Milk