The other day, Dad asked me how I got to be so independent and as I shifted away to the other far chair, I thought, “Me? Independent?”
Am I independent? I’ve always been this way. What’s not being independent? My mama raised me to be my own cat, to do my own cat things. Is that being independent? I sleep downstairs when everyone else is upstairs. I eat overnight when everyone else eats during the day. Mom says I’m a mystery pooper because no one catches me doing my business. Is all that being independent, or am I just being a cat? I am a cat, right? Please don’t tell me after all this time I’m something other than a cat.
Okay, whew! I can see that I’m a cat. One question answered.
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He’s hiding better today.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2023 – At Last!
2022 – No post
2021 – MultiCat Monday
2020 – No post
2019 – No post
2018 – No post
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2015 – No post
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2013 – That Girl 2!
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