You know how we have that silly no cats on the table rule at my house? Well today I decided I wanted to be on the table. Mom was right there, so it wasn't like I was sneaking or anything.
Anyway, Mom said, "William, you know there are no cats on the table." (And since I was looking away, I mouthed that right along with her because I've heard that about a squillion and a half times.) "Go ahead, off the table." And since I didn't want to get off, I just moved to the opposite side and gingerly lowered myself down. Then I gave her that pathetic, sad look.
Now, my mom doesn't usually fuss over us, but that look did it. "Are you all right, Tiny Boy? Don't you feel well?" Then she got up to check and she and petted me and scratched my chin and my ears and gave me a bunch of kissies.
Well, I couldn't help but purr with that, so she was on to me in no time. But–I did get almost a whole minute up there!
oh William, you are so sneaky. our mommy would have falled for it too.
ReplyDeleteMan, you got busted by your purr machine. Although some kitties purr even when they are sick.
ReplyDeleteGood one! That's how you gotta train your beans.
ReplyDeletewhat's up with that rule? we have a "no cats on the stove" rule, but i can see where that makes sense. i'd protest if i were you.
ReplyDeleteWay ta go, William! It's good to keep the people *concerned* 'bout us - keep 'em on their toes!
ReplyDeleteOMG! "...mouthed along with her..." made me snort my Crystal Light out of my nose (yes, I guess the secret is out: I don't limit myself to water).
ReplyDeleteI'm on the table and counters all the time. My agent has given up training my stubborn butt! Instead, she just cleans the counters and table every day prior to cooking and eating.
Fool...cleaning the counters every day is worse than training me? I've done a good job training her!
Hmmm. There are places you're actually not allowed? Hmph. That kind of rule wouldn't last in our house. I would end up breaking every single one of them just to make the Mom mad. Good for you for jumping up on the table. There are no places where kitties aren't allowed.
ReplyDeleteWe get to go everywhere too. No body eats at the table anymore and it's always covered withpapers & junk so we help hold all that stuff down.
ReplyDeleteNice work William. But we all know you are so clever. Do you have any ideas on how I can keep from making noise when I get in the sink to lick dirty dishes? Somehow Mom and Dad know and come in from the other room to get me out of the sink. Maybe you have some sneaky suggestions!
ReplyDeleteThe cat who went before me satted on the table. When she was sickie, Mama just let her. But I don't do tables or counters, so mama says I am a good girl. I do beds, chairs, sofas, tubs, footstools and laps.
ReplyDeleteYay! Squilliam! Go for a minute an a half next time.
ReplyDelete:)
Sanjee