I will be the first to admit that I regularly talk to my cats. But sometimes I think our "conversations" are extremely funny. Tonight while I was doing laundry, Isabell was sitting on the floor by the dryer. Here is the conversation we had:
me: Isabell, how are you doing?
Isabell: blank stare, blink, blink, blank stare, look away
me: Really, that good. I'm glad to hear it.
Isabell: no eye contact (she plays the ignoring game very well)
Why I would pretend that she had actually answered me, I'm not really sure. But just for the record, it's not the first or the last time I will have this same exact conversation with her. Now, when I have this conversation with Samson, he will sometimes reply with a meow or a rub against the leg.
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3 comments:
You might want to think about medication...
Just call me the cat whisperer!
Um, I'd rather not.
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