Well, hello there! They call me a tabby cat, do you know why? It’s French, ooh lala! Meaning striped, and look at these lovely stripes of mine. Honestly, the real benefit of being a grey tabby? I blend seamlessly into the night, keeping tabs on all the neighborhood shenanigans. Slinking around on silent paws, keeping the peace and when the delicate balance is about to top over, there I am popping out of the dark of night, giving a swat to anyone out of line. And when I need reinforcements, why I just plop my furry bottom on the fence and sing the song of my people! Care to join me?
Are you ready? Put on your cat suit and I’ll be happy to teach you all my cat moves! Sitting for hours is tough! You would think it was a no brainer, but maintaining stationary poses are hard. You’ll see that little dust mote float by, but you have to resist that urge to swat. Next we’ll work on shedding. Controlling when you let the fur fly is key to maximum clothing coverage. After that we’ll follow up with demanding creamy milk. Getting just the right pitch down, to ensure your hooman gets right up out of the couch to pour your favorite liquid into the bowl. Finally, a little lesson on slow blinking. See, I’ve got it down!
Ooh, I’ve almost got it! Can you give me a paw? Oh, no, there it goes again! That little tail of mine, well, I have been chasing that for quite some time. We tabby cats know how to blend in, and enjoy quiet fun, but the thing that eludes us, is capturing the nefarious tail! It’s there and then it’s gone! Yet it’s always following me around. I must snatch it! I must!