I
must confess. I have serendipitously discovered a new weapon in the
war against cat independence. I accidentally stumbled on a way to get
the Homesteader (Nosy Rosy, White Dish Rag, Cat!) to stop what she's
doing--whatever it may be--and "behave." What is the cat magic? I
whistle. She immediately stops, perks up her ears, and begins looking
around for the noisemaker. For some reason she can't
figure out that it's me, no matter how obviously I try to make my guilt
evident. I guess she thinks the old human doesn't have enough
"ingenuity" to come up with something so enigmatic and mysterious. I
can feed her, pet her, clean her box, provide a lap, feed her, pet her,
provide a . . . But be clever? No chance! I'm enjoying the power.
And abusing it! Heh, heh. Whistle while you work . . .
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