Friday, September 19, 2008

Thoughts from a Cat

After reading my story yesterday, someone asked me what would make a cat go into a raccoon trap.

Well, first off, this person must not have a CAT! :)

And NO, I do NOT know what was going through Tigger's head.

I can only imagine. Remember, the trap was baited with peanut butter, not cat food.

"Hey! Look at this COOL wire thing! It kind of looks like Champie's dog crate! HEY! That crate often has FOOD bits in it. HEY! I wonder if THIS wire thing has FOOD BITS in it! HEY! I'm kind of hungry! HEY! Do I smell peanut butter? HEY! I've always wanted to try peanut butter! So, HEY, I'll just walk right on in here...HEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

YOOOOOOOWWWWWWLLLLLL! Breathe. Repeat. Repeatedly.


my3sons said...

I agree. Who knows what goes on in a feline mind. I would imagine, a cat would probably journey into the cage for the same reason a racoon would. :)

Have you ever seen that email that goes through the thoughts of a cat then the thoughts of a dog? It's hilarious!

Mom of Three said...
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Mom of Three said...

Thanks for the idea! :)

7:00 am-Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30am-A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40am-A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30am-Got rubbed & petted! My favorite thing!
Noon-Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:30pm-Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3pm-Chased a squirrel! My favorite thing!
5pm-Milk Bones! My favorite things!
7pm-Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8pm-Watched TV with my people! My favorite thing!
11pm-Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Day 983 of my captivity.
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.
They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates & I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets.
Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.
The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.
In an attempt to disgust them, I once vomited on the carpet.
Today I decapitated a mouse & dropped it's headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear in their hearts, since it clearly demonstrated what I am capable of.
However, they merely made condescending comments about what a good little hunter I am.
Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet while he was walking.
I must try again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.
I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies & snitches.
The dog gets special privileges. He is regularly released & seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously mentally challenged.
The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain he reports my every move.
My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe.....for now.