you know what they call it in the Polish marines, fat cat?

toughski shitski.

Fat Cat would probably fight a German tank if it got in the way of hot meal.

my dogs are the same way. e. is already gone for the holiday…i'll join her on tuesday,,,but she didn't take the livestock.
they don't recognize me for the first day she's gone, and then suddenly, when the food bowl is empty, i'm their best friend. cuddle-time. kneading me like a loaf a bread. i tried to explain that i don't have milk…they don't care. it's their way.

One of the youngest cats here doesn't know that the tail attached to her rump is her own. She'll chase it for hours all through the house, under the dining room table, up on the chairs. The feline intelligence.. boy, it's not much to sneeze at.