Sunday, January 1, 2012 10:39:35 PM
Missy Tonka, Princess, Her Majesty, Your Highness
Old enough to know anything better than everyone else.
a whithering stare the envy of the bitterest mother-in-law.
a purr that can be heard across the room.
Poster child for Feline OCD, Tonka knows not only what she wants and when she wants it, but HOW she wants it.
Want to curl up in daddy's lap?
RIGHT leg must be crossed over the LEFT knee (apparently, the other way is how peasant cats curl up in a lap).
Want to curl up next to daddy on the couch?
Daddy must be lounging on his RIGHT side, legs curled up at about 90 degrees to the body.
What I want to know is who the hell taught this cat right from left!
Without a doubt, Tonka elevates the standard of cat aloof demeanor.
However; when she has an opinion she won't hesitate to share/nag you to death with it.
(Mow. Mow. Mow. Mow. etc. = "I walked all the way down the hall to let you give me attention; why are you still working at the computer?).
(Merooow...meroow...meroow = "RIGHT leg over LEFT leg! Why do you test my patience with this left-over-right business?)
Evolution didn't give us thumbs, it gave us humans.