The Secret Life of Cats

I had to pop back home again this morning.  My memory is like a sieve at the moment.  While I was there I thought I’d sneak in on the cats and see what they get up to while we’re at work.  I don’t know what I expected – the pair of them sitting at the kitchen table plotting the next variety of cat food to simultaneously veto?  Tori in the process of extracting the Sky card from that machine under the TV (he really does this) or seeking out new things to chew?  But no, all was quiet.  They were both asleep and seemed pretty indifferent towards my impromptu visit.  Blossom extracted herself from her basket and threw herself on the floor to be stroked.  Tori wandered in in to say hello.  I didn’t want to come back to work.

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  1. [...] to my cats. Sometimes I have whole conversations with them. And sometimes I sneak in to try and catch them in the act of talking to each [...]

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