Sometimes I wonder what the Juice is thinking.
She’s a small kitty, with big emotions. I’m pretty sure she’s always contemplating escape routes, but then just decides to take a nap instead.
Her little boopable nose is just unbearable sometimes and I have to bother her. It’s only fair. She bothers me every chance I get to sit on the couch by sitting on me, and invariably my knitting. Stabby McClaws is too precious to turn away. Or is that my own fault for not having boundaries with the cat? Nah…
“Pffft,” I say to those human rules we try to impose on house bound animals!
I wonder if Jonathan will let me dress her up for Halloween this year.
I could easily whip up a little pirate vest, or a kitty sized wig, or a cape! Nananananananana Bat-Cat!!
Sometimes I can hear her thinking, “Why are you doing that?”, “I want to kill that”, “OMGOMG I JUST POOPED”, “Stop looking at me.”, “Why aren’t you petting me?”, “Yeah…I’m not moving”, “Where’s Jonathan?”, etc.
I get the “Where’s Jonathan?” a lot in body language and meowing communication.