Tel us about the experience of being outside, looking in — however you’d like to interpret that.
“Tabby why don’t you go outside and take a breath of fresh air?”
“Do what? Air is air, it is always fresh. And I don’t want to go out.”
“Why not?”
“Don’t ask silly questions. The window has a crack.”
“I know, but it has been there for a few days.”
“Who cracked it? I am sure it was Roschti.”
“No Tabby, it just cracked.”
“Things don’t just crack Mrs. Human. I am convinced I am being watched with every paw move I make. Bubu and Butch told me they saw Roschti in my territory.”
“But Tabby you are also a feline and it might be that Roschti would like to make friends and not feel so much as an outsider.”
“Making friends does not exist in meow. We paw our way through life, it is a matter of building up a reputation of being the one that is respected. In my territory I am the gatto di tutti gatti and the others can just look in at a distance, with respect.”
“But I noticed if Roschti appears you run away.”
“That is a bagatelle Mrs. Human. We are just playing, practicing at establishing our borders.”
“But how come you establish borders when you run away.”
“I am not running away, I am just showing Roschti where the borders are. Get that window repaired Mrs. Human, any intruding feline could break through.
Oh Tabby, Tabby, I do shiver is respect at your territorial pawsomeness and pawfiadom 🙂
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Yes, I can run faster than any other feline in the neighbourhood.
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Tabby my boy, you are becoming a spoilt brat and bit authoritative since Fluffy left. Mrs.Human has more important works to do rather than getting the window repaired. You better be patient.
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I am working on it, and tomorrow the human will arrive with the new window. Something about all on insurance. I mean my cat flap really does not look so good with a cracked window.
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There is so much to learn in the land of meow. Of course you are not running away, Tabby. The gatto di tutti gatti runs from no one!
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Who’s running away? I just go in the opposite direction
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Border are terribly important. My kids, feline and canine have always used the p-for-perimeter method. Apparently this is international inter-species for “Hey, my territory. Keep out!”
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You mean pee for perimeter? That’s Dusty’s stragedy.
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That was Fluffy’s habit. She peed so much that you could always find the borders by sniffing. I am a lady, and we ladies do it with dignity – I just bury it in the garden next door.
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Hi Tabby, I established some new borders yesterday. My human must have been impressed because she said, “Good dog.” Mindy says she wasn’t talking to me at all, but to Bear. But I think it was to thank me for making us safer by establishing clear borders on the abandoned golf course that is our winter playground. Yours forever and ever, Dusty T. Dog
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Humans are strange. My human has never really said “good feline”, but I would probably ignore it if she did. All part of the human learning process.
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Martha here, Tabby. You crack me up. Yours for now, Martha
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