Dateline: Oxford Road, Baie d’Ufé, Montreal
Time: 6:30am, or thereabouts.
Mood: Even, friendly and catty
Jack is personable. Possibly thinks he’s human, but proud of being a cat. Yes, I know that’s paradoxical, but Jack is a cat. Get over it.
I went for a stroll in the garden this morning and he elected to join me. Its always fresh to have a feline choose to go on a walk with you – even if getting to exactly where you’re about to step is of Vital National Importance to one of you. But there you are.
Forthwith:
Jack checks out the crows annoying the heck out of the morning quietness.
“Wawazat?”
“Smell my bum. C’mun, you know you want to.”
Swipe-and-a-miss! I became a tag-object. And he was serious about it.
Frustrated about not connecting his claws with my hand, Jack instead bit a tree.