“At midnight,” Fluffy mused…
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“…I’ll finally learn if humans taste like chicken.”
I know that look all too well.
It is “You have to sleep sometime, hyooman. Then I will strike.”
When we put our cats on a leash (for a NY->AZ move in a U-haul), they flopped over on their side, limp, and made us drag them around, all the while staring at us balefully.
“I will not cooperate in my oppression hyooman!”
One spent the entire 5-day journey ensconced in the litter box under the seat, the other sat on the dashboard staring at us, again, with hate in her eyes.
Never, EVER, Underestimate the “sweet look” of a feline being subjected to Human antics. It NEVER ends well!!! Sweet dreams, humans. My toes may be furry, but, if you look closely, my claws are tightly drawn in, for now!
A friend of mine from work took her cat to meet Santa. The meeting was immortalized with a Polaroid print. The expression on the cat’s face was, “Come a little closer so I can rip your throat out.” I always laughed when I saw the photo and she was nice enough to give it to me.
She and the cat, and probably that Santa, have all passed on. That Polaroid is one of my prized possessions.
This was covered pretty thoroughly by The Corpse Grinders (https://youtu.be/ANMEyOBEPZ4).
Once they get a taste for human flesh, all of society will collapse.
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