It was last night at approximately 10.14 pm I asked myself this very question.
What's the point of a cat ?
I asked this question to my husband who let Rollie out the door , only 60 seconds later to let the blooming cat back in again, this is after Rollie had shredded the doormat. Poor defenceless doormat , it wasn't a fair fight at all and it sadly is loosing the will to live.
What's the point of a cat ?
I ask myself , what's the point of a cat who won't commit to sitting on your lap ( maybe Mr T who is the holder of the sacred cat treats ! But instead comes and stares at you from the opposite arm chair ..
You see my point don't you now ?! what's the point in a cat ?
What's the point in a cat who doesn't play with the toys that you've brought it? instead you have to play cat buckeroo instead !
What's the point in a cat whose eyes are constantly staring into your soul at every eye level , you're met with saucers of wonder ...
What's the point in a cat who creates a barrier between you and your kettle , knowing forewell you need that come of tea before you open that sachet of cat foot that will get ignored at ( and the one you've bulk brought at that )
What's the point of a cat who judges you from the outside in ?!
What's the point in a cat ?!
Maybe this is the point of cat ?