Mark Weiss wrote:
> Then there was Babar, my Persian of yore, from the days before
> allergies. The litter box sat beside the loo, and he'd observe us
> using same. So he tried it himself. Problem was, he didn't know to
> lift the lid.
Mine always drink out of the toilet. They did this even before they met
the dog. Supposedly people have managed to toilet train their
housepets. Since I believe very little I read on the Internet, I'm a
bit skeptical.
>> When she was feeling miserable, she'd
>> stand about a foot away, aim her bottom in the general direction of
>> the tray and just do it. She'd look at me insolent like, not giving a
>> 4X. She was quite disturbed as she'd been abandoned.
>
A Monty Python cat! "I faaaahrrrt in your general direction!"
>> Or there was Penny, an almost feral cat, who used to sit on top of a
>> wardrobe *all* the time except for meals. We had to have occasional
>> forays up there to clean it up.
>
Miles, black cat in lux aeternam, was the master of disappearing
himself: he'd find places to hide that he figured protected him from
anything he didn't feel like participating in. The day I moved from my
apartment to the Shore, four guys carrying stuff down the stairs to a
rental truck, part of my day was spent searching in and out of the
building for Miles, who seemed to have vanished. Not into the street,
fortunately, but to the top of a set of storage racks, behind a folded
quilt. His universe was being upset and he didn't like it one bit.
Then he and Pushkin sat in adjoining carriers next to me in the truck,
yowling during the entire ride. "Change is good" unless you're a cat
or, often, someone who owns one. Among his other qualities, Miles
embodied for me a quote (which I shall surely misquote) attributed to
Paul Bowles, who when asked to define "happiness" replied "I'd say
happiness is never having to experience what you don't like."
Ken
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Kenneth Wolman
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609-734-2538
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