-My cat, a fearsome inveterate hunter, came in the living room to pridefully show me his prey: a sock.
-To go outside, my cat prefers to meow at the door that doesn’t have a cat flap rather than go through the one that does.
-My cat, a fearsome inveterate hunter, came in the living room to pridefully show me his prey: a sock.
-To go outside, my cat prefers to meow at the door that doesn’t have a cat flap rather than go through the one that does.
My old greyhound was not very bright at all, but he often had a Cunning Plan.
Example: On a walk near home he found a forbidden item. He knew I’d take it off him but he wanted to keep it. Cunning Plan time. He ran home, knowing I would never keep up. In your face, slow poke! I strolled back and there he was, waiting to be let in the gate. The look on his face was priceless, lol.
What was the Forbidden Item?
A live hedgehog. He was obsessed with them. They would roll up tight to protect themselves and he’d grab them, prickles and all. To get them off him was a real pain, literally. What worked best was holding his head so tight he couldn’t move, and repeatedly pinching his nose until he dropped the poor creature. We both caught ringworm, a variety unique to hedgehogs.
Makes sense; apparently hedgehogs have a very interesting smell. I caught a fox sniffing and generally bothering one on my walk home a few nights ago