sans sobriquet

No, not ME! This is from Ista the housecat, via my lady:


I am obviously underfed. You can tell from this picture. I only get to eat the measured amount the vet recommends, plus whatever treats I can cadge, and whatever I can pick up off of plates that are not well guarded.

So when I mew pitifully to be fed, even if it is not my feeding time, or even if I have just been fed, I cannot be ignored. Attention must be paid!

And, if they don't pay attention to my pleas, and just walk on by, I whack them hard with my paw. On the back of the head, or back, or ankle, depending on where I am standing in relation to them. Then they whirl around and pay attention.

I always keep my claws sheathed. I used to snatch their clothes, too, but I once missed the Man's pants and accidentally clawed his leg, and he jumped around and screamed, which frightened me. I like the Man, but he is too excitable. So now I am careful.

Today the Boy walked by me, but then spun around. "Aha!" he said,"You were about to whack me! Don't stand there looking innocent! Your paw is raised."

So it was. What a surprise!

"Is this normal?" the Girl asks.

I think so. What do you think?

"Psychic immortal transvestite gypsies?!"

[ganked from my LJ]

How did I get here?... I was only trying to comment on a friend's post. The web site told me I had to register. Then invited me to set up my own blog.

The last thing I need is yet another time sponge.