Manners. Oscar cogitates.

30/07/2012

      It was the size of a small town. Clouds didn’t hover above it as much as veer round it and it was at my dish eating my meal. Fortunately when I sank my teeth and claws into it’s back leg to explain the obvious error, the jaws couldn’t reach me.

“Oscaaar, play nice” I heard.
Who’s playing?
“You really should control your animal Lady Julia” she was told by the angry owner.
Well no actually Madam. You should instruct your pet it is manners to wait to be invited to eat before ploughing into someone else’s dishes. And furthermore, if it does so uninvited perhaps you should be exercising a little control. Lady Julia who you know is My ‘The Her’ is a lot more polite than I though and said nothing.
It’s strange how many visitors bring their pets with them when they come to call. No-one would dream of taking a cat on a visit, not that we’re pets of course, and not that we could actually be taken anywhere anyway.It was this train of thought that led me to contemplate the differences between the races whilst I lay here avoiding the skywater this light. We Superiors, though once considered Gods are the most easygoing of the races despite our demotion in the eyes of the world. Longlegs appear to be able to think, though they need a lot of feline guidance, while the rest are usually just pets or wild animals waiting to be made into pets by someone with more money than sense. We cats are superior in every way and yet we don’t actually rule. That’s probably because, and I hate to admit this, we’re a little lazy sometimes. Don’t misunderstand me though, the sight of us lying about with whiskers quivering isn’t a sign of inactivity, just of our languid method of thinking.
Longlegs on the other hand seem to rule most everything else and spend an inordinate amount of time fighting each other to do so. Yet even as they fight each other there are still manners of a sort. Sometimes they allow time for each other to change their minds about actions before declaring open warfare on each other, whereas we cats act there and then to what happens instead of wasting valuable time, like in allowing our dishes to be emptied. Longlegs say ” Stop eating from my dish or we are at war.” Cats say “Stop eating out of my dish, grommmph.”On the boxes they keep in the corner of their rooms the Longlegs are currently at war again. I see it all the time at the Holimpics that people chase each other and try to outshine each other. Whereas the occasional “Would you like to go first” or “no, I don’t mind if you jump into the water before me” might go  a long way to stopping these situations getting out of control. It all boils down to manners and it’s my thought that all young should be taught these. Cats don’t really need them of course but it’s good to set an example.Now if you’ll forgive me, I understand the Fursty Ferret has chicken today and I want to see if I can borrow some. That’s manners see.

 

                                                                       Gorilla Boy

                                                                       Oooh bubbles

                                                                  Big brother’s legs.

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Due to a minor health hiccup I will probably be missing in action during much of this week. Please forgive me if I don’t respond to your work or tweet your book. “I’ll be back” as Arnie said.

I wish you all a fantastic new week full of personal successes and a multitude of Hugs all round.

David