Once I opened up a paper parasol and Kevin flew from across the room and smashed bodily through it like a celebrity making his entrance on Circus of the Stars. He'd never expressed an issue with it before. Cats keep their vendettas secret until the opportunity to strike arises.
My old cat Rupert ignored the yarn I had around the house when I was learning how to knit. I thought he wasn't interested in yarn. Wrong. He wasn't interested in cheap yarn. The first time I left a skein of cashmere out, he cuddled and bunny-kicked it until it was a giant tangle.
My sweet late Maggie appeared to have no interest in people food of any kind until I left a chicken on the counter & discovered she only liked dark meat.
Kevin also has a long-running beef with the shower curtain. He sits on the edge of the tub between the liner & curtain & punches the curtain.
One of the great things about giving cats human names is sentences like that first one. Roommate? Child? Ohhh, cat!
Also, someone should bring back Circus of the Stars.
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I enjoyed the story so much that I was going to suggest you start writing. Then I checked your bio (just in case) and realized I was late to the party!🤣
