This is my geriatric cat, Weezer. She's going to be 15 this year. She's surprisingly spry for her age and she is growing old gracefully.
This green mess under her? This is her pom pom that she makes-out with every day. Weezer coyingly ruffles her paws under the pom pom as if to see if 'that invisible something' is still there. This is her way of breaking the ice...foreplay if you will. She then stands up, piles the pom pom under her and runs away as if to say, "Chase me...". When pom pom doesn't come, Weezer saunters back to 'look for the invisible thing' again. These two play this romantic game until the pom pom finally relents and lets Weezer lick its luxurious strands.
Maybe it's dementia. Maybe Weezer misses her life partner that went missing in September. Who knows?
What I know is everyone needs a friend...pom pom or otherwise.
2 comments:
I'm not sure being a pom pom tease qualifies as growing old gracefully... but Weezer is awesome.
oh. You did it again. Made me laugh.
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