Every time I don’t give Tabs a taste of whatever I’m eating, he takes it as a personal slight, but in weird cat psychology, he thinks that his most coercive tool to woo me is by forcing lurvies upon me, so when he wants a taste of my croissant or my scrambled eggs or whatever, he won’t take no for an answer. He HAS to climb up on my lap or place a possessive paw on my shoulder, and then stare deeply into my eyes and telepathically transmit his desire. “Let me have some. Let me have some. Let me have some. Let me have some.”
It’s kinda annoying!
Tabs really got into his patrol this morning. We went out a little later than usual, so it was sunny, but it was still chilly and wet, which I actually think he likes.
Weirdly, fall is one of his favorite times of year. He loves it when the leaves are on the ground, because there’s more stuff to investigate, and he also likes keeping tabs on the local wild turkeys, which are at their most plump right now.
Plus, the grass is green and extra tasty.
We didn’t see any neighborhood cats this time, but I think there was one stalking us from somewhere. Tabs and I both got the feeling we were being watched, but we never saw who was doing the watching or from where.
It was probably Left Turn, one of the neighborhood troublemakers who likes to give Tabs a hard time and sneak up on him from behind, and poor Tabs doesn’t have finely tuned cat senses anymore.
He’s still a thug, though. Even in his senior years, he’s always ready to throw down, but sometimes the younger cats do get the drop on him.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,