Someone asked to see a picture of my Birman cat.
I have 2 cats. Grace, the seal point Birman , and Sugar, the mutt. Grace is show quality….except for that fun patch of white under her nose leather.
She is such a pretty girl, but not much use for anything except looking pretty, and warming my lap. I call her my Paris Hilton.
Sugar isn’t much to look at…see that lovely scowl on her face. (I haven’t given her a treat yet, and she thinks that the scowl will induce me to give her one. ) She is very smart. I have her trained to wait for her food, and I am training her to wait for her treats too. See that scowl….she isn’t happy with the training. I call her my mafia queen.
Treat? Did someone mention treat?
Yep…treats! I am so generous with my doling out of treats. They call me Mother Teresa.
We know you have food, hand it over!
I feed her first, because she is the dumb blond of catdom.
But this one, she is waiting patiently for me to give the word. If she weren’t so temperamental, she could be a dog.