When we are gone, the cats get bored. And when cats get bored, even super heavy rugs aren't immune from their attention. So they knock the rug over. I really don't know how they do it, the rug weighs a lot and I can't move it alone. But they manage to do it just fine; this is the second time they've knocked it over.
Right now it's on the floor and the boys have decided it makes a great place to loll about or take a snooze. If one of them isn't on my lap, then he's on that rug.
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They have killed the rug and most lie on it to enjoy their dominance!
"must"
I fear them, don't you?
They do look very pleased with themselves.
I do fear them.
Also the bird.
("The bird is cruel")
It's just a Jayhawk, not a cruel bird. And I had to Google that quote to understand what you were referring to.
Have you ever read that story? You would really like it, I think. (If you googled it and got the right thing, it should have come up a Heinlein story entitled "The Unpleasant Profession of Jonathan Hoag.")
That is the result I got when I Googled it. I didn't much care for the normal run of the mill Heinlein but the synopsis did sound interesting.
It's his creepiest and in some ways most uncharacteristic story.
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