Cat-Think

Oft' I wonder what my cat Simba thinks behind that baleful stare. Is he planning roguery or just building castles in the air? Perhaps he's reviewing strategies for catching a bird to devour. Here's what I sense goes on behind his condescending glower! I 'puuur'ceive he's thinking, "Hey, remove yourself from my chair! Who said you could sit there - that's my favorite lair! Will you at least make room on your very ample lap, So I can curl up and take my usual afternoon nap?" Many times he glares at me and emits a plaintive 'meow'. I'm sure he's thinking, "Hey, pal, ain't it time for chow?" He stalks about the house as if it was his sole domain, Thinking, "I guess I'll benevolently allow you to remain!" With soulful eyes he invites me to scratch behind his ears. If I try to comb his coat, "Oh no you don't!" and he disappears! Sprawling upon the window sill he gazes across the street, Eyeing the Persian cat, thinking, "Meeee-Wow! Her I'd like to meet!" When he begins to purr and 'puuur'sistently rubs against my feet, He's probably thinking, "Hey, old buddy, how about a treat?" My cat thinks, "He's not a bad sort, him I can tolerate. He provides my grub - furthermore, with him I can communicate!" Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired © All Rights Reserved Placed No. 1 in Francine Roberts' "Pick A Pet" Contest - July 2011