You seem to have been very busy lately.
Well, you haven't blogged in a long time.
So you must have been too busy.
Yes, I've been busy. Busy training you.
You haven't been training me. What are you talking about?
I most certainly have been training you. And you are getting better. Not perfect. I doubt you ever will be. But you are better.
Better at what?
Knowing when and how to pat me. I have put many a strenuous session in with you. I've tried to make it as pleasant as possible for you so that you would not really be aware of the lessons you are learning.
Oh, really? So I'm getting better at patting you? And these have been secret lessons for me to learn?
Yes, that about sums it up.
What's next? Feeding lessons?
Ummm. I can't reveal that. That's something you don't need to know. I'll let you know after you are better at the next thing. Meanwhile, just feel good about your recent accomplishments. Patting is a very important skill that not all humans pick up on.
Well, thank you. I guess I'll be proud of that then, maybe update my Facebook page or something.
No, don't do that just yet. Remember, I didn't say you were perfect. Just take it as a pat on your head. I'd like to see those pictures you took.
OK. Here they are. You look good.
Yes, I do. And it would make a good instruction slideshow for how to pat a cat correctly.
Now shut off the light. I need to get some rest.
There was a white cat, namely Noah,
A stray in a local pet stoah,
He tipped his gray cap
And sat on my lap
And now he's a stray cat no moah.
Nice tribute good night poem.
And here's mine:
There once were two naive grown humans
Who saved me from quite certain doomin'
They think they chose me
Though I chose them, you see,
With cagey cat human acumen.
It's true. Good night.