 Barked: Mon May 18, '09 7:13am PST |
 | |  | | This weekend...I admit it...I tasted the Farm Cat! He always hides from me when we are at the farm and then he runs from me and boy do I like that. Well anyway, the cat ran and I decided to see what he tasted like. I put my mouth around him -I didn't squeeze- and I let him go. He didn't have any marks on him. He was just a little slobbery. I figured he would taste like the Mice and Rats we both like to chase, catch, and occationally eat at the farm. But he didn't. It was kind of a bummer. Momma checked him out after the Grandparents told her what happened. Meow Meow was fine. No marks- no cuts- no complaints. He was sitting on some rags in the garage and Momma was petting Meow Meow and called me over. Meow Meow wasn't so scared now because what's the worst that can happen, Right! So, Momma got a chance to properly introduce us face to face. And I got right up to his level and sniffed his booty and opened my mouth and put it gently on his back end. The Cat didn't move, but Momma said, "Wrong!" I backed off. I moved in closer again...real slow like and opened my mouth slowly again and Momma said, "Wrong!" She explained that farm cats were not for eating and then we had time to get aquainted. I explained to Meow that quick movement makes me want to chase him and may make me lose focus on what Momma said. I think we understand each other now. Then we drove back home. On the way home Momma said I didn't have to show my dominance over the cat because he isn't trying to move up in rank...she's right...but I just wanted to know what he tasted like...now I know...FUR BALL! |  |  | |  |
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