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[d_aulnoy]

I love my cat, very much.

And it's a damned good thing, too, otherwise I might ... take exception ... to some of her less-then-feline-traits.  I mean ... she's not a Mighty Hunter: I'd swear to god that the yowls translated into human as Eeek!  A bug!  She's not possessed of anything resembling the quality of self-preservation: as we've talked about before, she's set her tail on fire.  And, as for feline grace?  She just fell behind the bookshelves.

Got herself good and stuck, too.  Yowled for a good twenty minutes, making these sad, periodic attempts to leap nobley to the top of the six-foot shelf in the four inches of run-up room afforded to her, attempts which just concluded with these sad, furry thumps.

During these twenty minutes, I was, of course, doing my damndest to move the heavy shelf.  That was fun.

Now, she is, of course, doing her damndest to get back up there, despite my reasonable protestations.

I love my cat, very much.

And it's a damned good thing.  Otherwise, next time?  I'd leave her there.

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[hirei.livejournal.com]

*Laughing* My sister's cat is exactly the same way - where is that rumored "feline grace" anyways? He's a complete klutz; sometimes I think he's doing it on purpose and laughing at us, but then he goes and does something like diving for the hamper from the bed and missing by an entire basketball court and, to make things even more sad, landing on his back. It's quite a feat, too, as my sister's room is by no way the size of a basketball court, but there you go. I also never believed cats were capable of doing flips - until he made a dive for a piece of string and ended up doing two of them *headdesk*.

[erratic0101.livejournal.com]

It really is amazing though. Nothing can invoke such a sense of protectiveness then hearing YT's plantive whine.

Or when they walk underneath our feet and we accidently step on their paw and they yelp and we feel so so horrible. Yet really, what the hell are they doing walking under our feet? ;)