Marching

I am a marcher. I love marching. It is relaxing. For those of you who do not know what marching is, I will explain it to you.

Marching is what I do when I use my front paws to push down on an object (usually 'D's lap), or a soft pillow. I push one paw down at a time, and of course my claws dig in just a little bit. 'D' calls it 'making biscuits'. I guess it is similiar to kneading dough.

Doing that, reminds me of when I was just a wee kitten, nursing on my mother. I am peaceful when I march.

In humans terms, it would be like eating chocolate - only better!

But of course, being the little stinker that I am, I will climb onto 'D's lap and march, just for the sake of watching him squirm when my little claws dig just a little too deep. I look up at him with my cat grin, to see just how far I can push him, before he tells me to stop. And if he does get a little angry, it doesn't last long .... because I'm just too darn cute!!