Amusement

I have such a happy home. I love it here. The humans are always a constant source of amusement. I really should stop calling them 'the humans'. They are my family, even though we are of different species. Their names are Danny and David, and in the future I will refer to them as 'D&D'. And when I blog about 'humans', I will be referring to everyone else. From the beginning, D&D always introduced me to anyone who came for a visit. A human (or humans) would knock on the door, and I would be scooped up by one of them, and the door would open and I would be introduced to whomever was on the other side. So I have no fear of humans. I rather like humans. They are fun to watch and to listen to. I really love watching them. And I can always tell which humans are not fond of felines. All cats can tell that. I can tell by their eyes, and their body language. So of course, being the cat that I am, I pay special attention to them. I usually sit at their feet and stare up at them. They make the usual 'pretty kitty' statement and may reach down to pet me; but their eyes are telling me, "would you go away and look at someone else". So I ignore that, and stare at them, pulling my ears back just a fraction, and swish my tail ever so precise. More of a sudden twitch, not a full ... slow swish movement. They think I'm going to attack, or I am mad at them, or that I don't like them. Inside my mind I am laughing like a madcat, but on the outside I maintain my stone stare image. It really makes them uneasy. I like that. But, as with all games, I usually grow bored and move on to someone else. Someone who appreciates cats. Appreciates me. And I find myself sitting on D&D's lap.