Bink, you know everyone thinks we're total dorks because we always talk about our cats! Oh well! it could be worse...at least we don't talk to them... usually.
Bink, you know everyone thinks we're total dorks because we always talk about our cats! Oh well! it could be worse...at least we don't talk to them... usually.
I do not think you are nuts at all....I talk to Solomon and talked to Sinny all the time.....I get some of my best laughs from my pets.....
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I would even go so far as to say that someone who DOESNT talk to their pets is being NEGLECTFUL! OF COURSE we talk to our pets! Mine even talk BACK to me! (well, Sophie does, anyway...she's VERY impatient.)
The best part is that as long as I use a nice tone of voice, I can say anything I want to the cat and her feelings don't get hurt. I can vent about all the ills of the world, and she listens with Buddah-like patience.
Bink, you know everyone thinks we're total dorks because we always talk about our cats! Oh well! it could be worse...at least we don't talk to them... usually.
I talk to mine all the time.. whats wrong baby? ya hungry? well come on dear... ya ready for bed? aww poor kitty/puppy had a rough day.. yeah when I was growing up my dad always talked to our pets and they talked back LOL he would sit them on his leg and make them look like they were standing then would use a hand to move thier front paw and tell a story LOL and dress them up in my baby doll clothes.. Ya never knew what my dad was gonna think of next.. :D
Seriously, I just saw this on "the Onion" (a spoof online news site). Hildie, tell Cheddar that his duties as a string warrior may no longer be required.
caption: War On String May Be Unwinnable, Says Cat General
I have a song that cheddy sings with me... it's called the B song (B for biscuit, as in chedddar biscuit). He only does it if we're in the basement for some reason. It's to the tune of mozart Eine Kleine Nachtmusik (spelling?)
Me: B! BB! B B B B B BEEEE!
Cheddy: MEOW
Me: B! BB! B B B B B BEEEE!
Cheddy: MEOOOW
Me: BB! BBBBBB!
Cheddy MEOOOOOOOOW
Me: BBBBBB
Cheddy: MEOOOOOOOOOOOOW
me (screeching): BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBBEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Cheddy: MMMMMEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW
Then he puts his forehead down on the floor, does a somersault, and plops into the please rub my fat belly position.
Maybe I posted this already.... really I must get a life.
Our kitkat has taught us several tricks. On demand, she can get us to: put food in her dish, water in her bowl, open the blinds, move stuff on the couch so she can sit with us, open doors, and play.