Saturday, April 11, 2009
Chats du jour: Don't hate me because I'm beautiful
This is Shirley. This is Shirley looking for the toy mouse that is right next to her. This is Shirley looking for the toy mouse after she batted it under the stove, after I retrieved it and showed it to her and then put the yardstick under the stove to prevent the mouse going under again.
This is Shirley, who is not going to believe her lying eyes. She is sure that the mouse is under the stove, even though she saw me remove it and saw me place it next to her.
Shirley would never survive on her own unless she figured out a way to use her beauty to get what she wanted. And she is not smart enough for that.
Laverne, on the other hand, knows how to open doors (no, Shirley has not picked up on that important skill -- she watches Laverne do it, but when she tried to open the bedroom door last night, she closed it instead) and knows where the food is kept. She is smart enough to sit on our laps and purr at any opportunity -- she knows where her bread is buttered. Shirley? No laps. No purring. She's too busy looking for the mouse that is right next to her.