Watching the sunlight glint of the water is hypnotic. I can sort of understand how a cat my get carried away and find himself in the pool for all sorts of inexplicable reasons. But wait.... Jackson fell into the jacuzzi last night..... Granted they have spectacular eyesight, but an overcast sky does not cast alluring shadows on the water. Hmmmm... what was that cat up to? How we missed him as he dripped his way to the TV room in search of sympathy and a dry towel, escapes me. Pacino is good but obliterate a dripping cat good? The allegedly traumatised cat look more sheepish than feline. He might have gobbled up the 'oh poor cat fell into the water' treats with abandon, but his sly slink up the stairs before his bedraggled state was noticed, combined with the distinct 'I'm not going to look you in the eye' aura strongly suggests our boy was feeling like an utter ass. The sympathy party's guest of honour knew he was a twat. What kind of cat goes for a stroll on a rim the size of a freeway and just falls into the jacuzzi?!?! Hah!
Still, it is immensely rewarding to watch a supercilious creature trying to act nonchalant, valiantly pretending he's not really an ass in disguise.
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