Paul‘s cat, Bellum, has been staying with me since he’s out of town for work so much. She’s a pretty little silver-smoke tabby with a cream undercoat (which is really pretty and kind of unusual to me — I’m used to seeing white), who can be a little temperamental if something’s wrong (she needs food/water or her litter box cleaned), or if she’s dealing with new surroundings/other animals/people. Other than that, though, she’s quite possibly the most well-behaved cat I’ve ever met. And it amazes me sometimes just how smart she is.
I heard her shuffling around in the kitchen, where I knew there was an empty cardboard box. And everyone knows cats love empty boxes (right?), so I thought I’d try and sneak in for a peak and possibly to snap a picture of her with my phone. I should’ve known better than to try and sneak up on a cat, I guess ;) She darted past me like she thought she’d been caught red-handed (-pawed? :) ) doing something she shouldn’t. She crouched under the coffee table and watched while I made sure the box actually was empty, and turned it on its side on the floor for her. I stood outside the doorway to the kitchen and waited. She looked up at me, then at the box, then at me again. I told her, “Go ahead! It’s for you!” and she looked up at me and gave me a little meow, then brushed against my legs long enough for me to pet her once (Kitty for “Thank you”?) on her way to check out the box.
Ya, rly.
Bellum: O crap, I’m caught! Ididn’tmeanitI’msorry!
Me: Nono! It’s okay! See? I was just fixing it for you! New toy!
Bellum: *big shiny kitty eyes* For me? Yaythankyou! *crawls into box and purrs*
♥