“I don’t understand cats.”
Jasper’s not alone in his confusion. I don’t understand them either. Not really. My brother used to tell me that living with a cat is like living with a little furry alien.
Dogs are much more predictable; they like the same things we humans do. But cats? Why do they like boxes so much? Why is crinkle paper so much fun? Why is this lap preferable to that one? And, why do they like to lie down right in the middle of the kitchen floor where they are not only in the way and likely to get stepped on or tripped over.
One would think, since they are prey as well as predator, that cats might be more likely to hang out by the walls or alongside the cabinets. And there are perches in our kitchen where Calvin could more appropriately supervise meal prep. Still: right smack dab in the middle of the floor.
Cats. I don’t understand them. But I love them.
What do your pets do that you don’t understand? Any theories as to why the middle of the floor is the best place for cats?
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