Mind of Mog hosts the Carnival of the Cats
this week, leaving me to ponder just what kind of mind a Mog might have. No matter: it is evidently the kind of mind that appreciates the finest in Animal Companions, that quintessence of Intelligence and Body Hair,
felis domesticus.
“Common house cat”? Pfaugh, I say. Cats are regal, even snooty. Cats do not hump your leg (actually, Matata might try, but we suspect she’s part dog) and do not pant slavishly after their masters. Cats, like the smartest among us, bury their shit.
Cats: they’re
what’s for dinner gr-r-r-eat!
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