I have a lot to say about my cats.

Like for example today, I got back from the grocery store and Fatty was sniffing around hoping I brought home a snack for him. Mouse was nowhere in sight. I was like, "No, sorry. I got nothin for you, man," but then I started to feel kind of bad, because actually I keep meaning to pick up some kitty snausages or something for the poor guys, who only get to eat the same old boring kibble, day after day. So I thought about it, and figured since I was hungry f ... more »

I have a lot to say about my cats.

Like for example today, I got back from the grocery store and Fatty was sniffing around hoping I brought home a snack for him. Mouse was nowhere in sight. I was like, "No, sorry. I got nothin for you, man," but then I started to feel kind of bad, because actually I keep meaning to pick up some kitty snausages or something for the poor guys, who only get to eat the same old boring kibble, day after day. So I thought about it, and figured since I was hungry for lunch anyway I might as well make myself a tuna sandwich. I looked at Fatty, who was still sniffing around, even though I already told him I didn't have anything for him, and I said the words "tuna juice," just to see if he was smart enough to understand tuna juice, which is the snack I usually give to them when I feel bad and there are no snacks. It's just the water I squeeze out of the tuna can before I mix the mayo in. It's Mouse's favorite, next to ice cream. Fatty didn't bat an eye when I said tuna juice, he just kept sniffing in the general direction of the groceries on the counter. But about three seconds after I said it, Mouse's head peeked around the corner, looking hopeful.

So Mouse is smarter that Fatty. But Fatty is a better killer. He has killed or mostly killed and delivered to my feet pigeons, squirrels, chipmunks, sparrows, rats, and a boar. And almost a horse, but the horse got away.  Less