Photo Journal: The Cats are Watching Me

Written by Bessie about United States. Feelin' normal
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I didn't know much about cats, but that I preferred their barking foes.  But what I learned about cats after weeks of staying in their homes, is that I definitely wasn't there to watch them: they were watching me.

Come with me as I digress into reading the minds of cats.

Suki!
Suki though wide was quite skinny inside, but she'd watch closely for a potential snack. Who might open the door to treats galore? Or lift the window to that pigeon outside?

Furball Kitty
Journey watched as I worked and pawed at me for love. "Please pet me, I'm pretty!" she'd purr. Often she'd meow when I came to the door, "I'm so happy!" I'd hear her sweet call. But open the door, and in she'd run, the dripping faucet was calling her name. 

Mia's Gaze
Mia sat and watched me going into her room. "That's mine!" she'd thought, "why can't I go in?!" Who was I to keep her out. She watched for the squirrels and even for her ball. She'd fetch if you threw it just right.

Phoebe's stare
Phoebe, though small, was in charge of it all, and she watched from a distance away. She'd lie in her basket, curled up nice and snug, "I must nap, won't you please go away."
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Thanks to all these pretty kitties and their owners who let us stay with them these past few months while in the US - I finally learned to appreciate cats.

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