What do you do if you see a stray/unfamiliar cat? Say, in the back yard?
Gyspy: I think they are interesting, I really want to play with them, but there is always this hard thing in the way that restrains me from playing with them.
Funcat: I LIVE with a strange cat...and he always tries to smack me, that should give you a good idea what I do when I deal with strange cats...
Oh, you mean STRAYS. I actually don't see them very often anymore, but I still consider Gypsy a darn, dumb stray. He's just fatter then most strays. <_<
Who sleeps where?
Gypsy: I sleep mostly in Amy's room, on my perch where I feel all safe and sound. :^.^:
Funcat: Hmm...well I have my place on the master bed, my crate, a few of my mats, and this black vest thing that is the best, softest material ever.
OMG....there is a bird in the backyard....what do you....what do you do!?
Gypsy: OH BOY! OH BOY! *runs to the window and looks for the bird, tail twitches and makes some soft meows*
Funcat: Don't even try that with me...do you honestly think I'm THAT stupid?
Well, if there WAS a bird there, I would concentrate on it and call it to come, I mean that IS how you get your meals right?
