Wednesday, January 31, 2007

House cats and the home jungle.

Even the smallest house cat is king of the jungle. Even if that jungle happens to be a house in the middle of suburbia. My Persian cat Penelope has always been a house kitty. In fact she flatly refuses to go outside. Who can blame her? Nothing worse than getting leaves and grass stuck all over your luxurious fluffy coat.

No, Penelope prefers the jungle that is our house. So what, if there's no long grass to hide in. It's much more fun to wait under the bed for an unsuspecting foot to launch yourself at.

If your claws need sharpening don't use a tree outside, the texture and the quality of cane furniture is sooo much better.

And when your done sharpening your claws on expensive furniture why not take a nice relaxing cat nap. You don't want to sleep on the cold hard ground outside. What you need is a nice soft pile of freshly washed laundry to curl up in.

After you've recharged your batteries you might be ready for a spot of hunting. Hunting outside is no fun. Those birdies are to big and bothersome. The little creatures you find in the home jungle are much more fun. Moths and cockroaches can be chased around the house for hours; and they're CRUNCHY!

The little creatures make nice hors d'oeuvres, but a main meal calls for something more substantial. Fresh fish is best and hand feeding is preferable. Nothing is worse than eating your dinner outside in the elements. It's just not relaxing. You never know when an ambush from the cat over the back fence may occur.

After dinner nothing beats curling up on the couch and being pampered by your human servants. Nothing beats being queen (or king) of your own home jungle!!