Mama says I have to exercise. Okay, STRETCH!
BEND! TOUCH TAIL! Have I ever mentioned that deep down inside my most secret self I detest EXERCISE? Well, not entirely (no bun intended–get it? TIRE, haha, bun, haha) but I have to have a good reason to walk off my kibble or get out my Pilates playthings and actually USE them.
But sometimes, mama will be looking out the windows and there I am, tearing around the garden like a kitty gone gaga as if chased by some ferocioua beast but there is nothing there! Haha, I fooled them again…
I think all kitties do this. We exercise when WE see fit (there goes another bun) and mama coming here in my sleeping space like a drill sargent is NOT going to change anything.
Why is my tail trying to touch ME.
How true. We watch the kitties around here suddenly go berserk and start tearing around for no reason. We would never do such a thing. We need a reason. Oh, wait, I think I hear a leaf blowing in the dog pen.
Marcus
Marcus, you are one funny doggy.
You don’t need to exercise, you are perfect.
Well, I’m glad to see someone knows me well!!!