Amazing kitty moment
My cat talks to me. Really ... she does. And I can understand her, or at least this time, I did.
I had moved the kitty box so I could clean the kitchen/dining room floor. It was inaccessible where I had put it. After sweeping and mopping, I sat down to catch my breath and wait for the floor to dry. I was sitting here, cruising through some blogs when Faith reached up and tapped my arm with her paw. I reached down to scratch her head but she stepped back and meowed. I asked, "What do you want, kitty?" She meowed again and took a few steps towards the kitchen. She looked back and meowed some more. I got up and followed her on into the kitchen. She sat down near the kitty box and looked up at me expectantly. I asked her, "Do you need the kitty box?" She stood up and I swear she nodded yes.
I moved the kitty box so she could get to it, and she hopped right in there and did her business. I went back to the living room chuckling to myself. But as I thought about it, that was pretty amazing ... she communicated her needs to me. She came to me, got my attention and did what she needed to do to convey to me what she wanted. Even more amazing is that I understood her.
Animals are so underestimated ...
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