Browning hates dogs. No self-respecting cat would tolerate a dog. Except Quigley, and that’s only because he’s confused and thinks he’s a puppy most of the time.
So, what happens when we put the puppy in her kennel to eat, free from Browning? This:
Cats are always watching. And then there’s always a cat watching that cat that’s watching you.
What happens when you try to teach a cat the history of the United States:
“The first president was a cat.”
“The second president was a cat.”
“They definitely named that one president, Garfield, after the cat.”
And so on.
…but you’re on my bladder, so get off of me maybe?
Dogs are polite enough to curl up at your feet, or even sleep on the floor.
Cats don’t sleep on the floor. Cats sleep in your bed. And they don’t just sleep in your bed, they sleep in your spot. And they don’t just sleep in your spot, they take up just enough space to let you think you can fit in your spot. But you can’t.
To showcase how TRULY stupid my big white fluffy cat is, I offer proof.
I GIVE UP.
Cats are spiteful and hateful. It’s essentially why I like them so much.
BUT, if you put your stupid tail in MY sushi one more time, I will cut you.