tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654725027688170286.post5345297652818622621..comments2011-04-01T19:52:26.015-07:00Comments on Capricious Mischief: Franklin: All I really need to know…Gaile Grayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02255729143863942474noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654725027688170286.post-55724054763414324922008-12-15T06:20:00.000-08:002008-12-15T06:20:00.000-08:00I think it's a matter of avoiding pain...Our cats ...I think it's a matter of avoiding pain...<BR/><BR/>Our cats did that "pouncing together" once... And they collided spectacular. I could almost hear their skulls crack... Now, they'll wait their turn. But they don't want something as base as "mylar, and fabric, and feathers", they want fotons!<BR/><BR/>And Linda, one of our cats will eat his food slowly, wait till the other has gone and then see if he has left something in his bowl. Then he'll eat that first and then finish his food...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654725027688170286.post-69809756247393187312008-12-13T12:42:00.000-08:002008-12-13T12:42:00.000-08:00Aww, that's a great post and I love the photos! Wh...Aww, that's a great post and I love the photos! When I was a child, my orange tabby cat had kittens, and I used to bundle them into my doll stroller and walk them to the corner and back, with Mom (nervously) on board. Never had a kitty I could dress up although *cough* I tried a few times. ;)Gaile Grayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02255729143863942474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654725027688170286.post-49457283968324221912008-12-13T08:37:00.000-08:002008-12-13T08:37:00.000-08:00If you don't want to post links in your blog, that...If you don't want to post links in your blog, that's understandable, and you can just delete this post. <BR/><BR/>I thought you would appreciate this post from my daughter. We felt about Herbie the way you did about George, I think.<BR/><BR/>http://ameranth.livejournal.com/304523.html#cutid1Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654725027688170286.post-38289747240456193652008-12-11T08:07:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:07:00.000-08:00Well, it must be the power of names- They are just...Well, it must be the power of names- They are just living up to theirs!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654725027688170286.post-67799007619004507102008-12-11T01:20:00.000-08:002008-12-11T01:20:00.000-08:00That's a reasonable theory, Linda, and at first I ...That's a reasonable theory, Linda, and at first I was thinking that as well. After all, "Fools rush in where wise kits fear to tread" seemed a reasonable assumption. BUT... this continues, weeks later. They well know the parameters of "the bird game," and underneath it all they know there's nothing to fear from a bit of feather and a jingling bell. And yet there's that invisible "Line of Courtesy," and they never fail to doff their hat and say "You turn, old chap" when the toy crosses it. So young, and so polite -- it's almost eerie. :)Gaile Grayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02255729143863942474noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4654725027688170286.post-75602706083398654312008-12-10T23:16:00.000-08:002008-12-10T23:16:00.000-08:00I've wondered if it is indeed good manners, or wai...I've wondered if it is indeed good manners, or waiting for the other to try out this intriguing, but scary, new item first. Wiggle a feather, stick, or leaf and you get little kitten rumps up in the air, waving back and forth until just the right moment to pounce. Never do you get two jumping at the same time!<BR/><BR/>The only time there is no waiting in our house is when special food is given. Over the years we've had cats, there are always some who politely eat their portion, and the one who has their paws covering extra treats while they chow down.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com