This is a picture of my cat William taken about four years ago when we still lived in Orlando. The King and I adopted him from a Petsmart store. He was so cute and tiny then, reaching through the bars of his cage. He reminded us of Mel Gibson at the end of Braveheart when he was being drawn and quartered and all he could choke out was "Freedom!" Yes, we named our cat William Wallace in honor of that movie.Mostly he is my cat. He's not stupid, he knows who bothers to feed him and scoop his litter box. It's nice when he comes to sit by me and when he jumps on my bed at three in the morning purring his little orange head off, asking for some attention, I feel like he loves me.
But then there are times, like just now, when he will sit across the room and stare at you with squinting eyes and you are sure he is thinking of ways to kill you and then dispose of your body.
2 comments:
The squinting eyes are a way cats tell you they like you, seriously. It's when they don't blink that you're in trouble. :-)
Tell me you aren't cleaning the cat box while you're preggers. The King should be doing that. I haven't cleaned a cat box in over 8 years. Frank took over those duties the moment we found out I was pregnant w/Evan and he hasn't stopped since.
William is a very cute kitty.
I volunteered (really worked a full-time job with no pay) for an all-cat humane society up north, and I concur. Squinting and long blinks mean 'I love you' in cat. The husband has been known to blink back at them. But don't tell him I said that.
And oddly enough, I haven't cleaned a litter box at home since I was pregnant with Bubba, but I worked at an animal hospital then, so I cleaned them there. (I was extra careful, of course.) But go figure.
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