“Cats are just tiny women in cheap fur coats” ~ Unknown
They claim to not understand why we continually report on the lowly antics of a mere dog when we could be covering the exciting exploits of two members of the royal family of cats. Every day’s calendar is packed: There’s the sleeping and eating! The mouse chasing! (There’s nothing more fun than catching a mouse and bringing it to moi as I sleep in my bed. This happened twice, apparently almost scaring me to death once was not enough. The mice were still alive.) The bird watching! (Could someone please explain how an indoor cat ran past me with a bird in her mouth?)
Have I mentioned the fascinating feat of eating and sleeping? The game of bathroom “bat”miniton? Yes, they caught a bat in the bathroom. What could be better? It’s a bird, it’s a mouse, it’s two, two, two treats in one!
Then there’s the eating and the sleeping. The playing with a live ssslithering string (don’t ask, but remember, they are indoor cats). The midget wrestling. The daily allowance of eating and sleeping, leaping of tall obstacles in single bounds, racing up and down three flights of stairs for no particular reason. Yet somehow there is time for more eating and sleeping before brushing up on covert stalking and pouncing techniques followed by (what else?) eating and sleeping.
Thomas claims the perfect pet for a man is a cat–they sleep 18 hours a day, and eat nothing but meat (it’s an aspirational thing).