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Why do we have to wait till 3:45 for supper, fergossake? Why can't we just eat now?
Tiny balances expectantly towards us atop Gomer, while Baby feigns nonchalance, finding a sudden urgency in washing his tail, in the supercharged moments of the countdown to supper.
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Sissy Willis at sisu puts on her psychological hat in this excellent post.
Displacement activity? I love that moment in the middle of a bath when they look up with a vacuous expression. And I was...
When in doubt, wash.
Posted by: Mr.Kurtz | May 16, 2005 at 08:09 AM
Eek.
Sorry, insufficient caffeine.
Posted by: Mr.Kurtz | May 16, 2005 at 08:27 AM
Not at all, Mr. Kurtz. You're spot on re the use of paw washing as a "who me?" face-saving gesture amongst members of the cat community. :)
Posted by: Sissy Willis | May 16, 2005 at 09:58 AM
Cats: They're always either just waiting for a meal, just finishing a meal or sleeping, aren't they?
Posted by: julie | May 20, 2005 at 11:57 AM