Thursday, September 8, 2011

I'm not a cat...

I'm a dog, I can bark....

About 20 seconds in, turn it up....

Seriously, on more than one occasion he has made noises very similar to barks. Frequently when chattering at a moth or bird one will slip out. I blame his upbringing with first my two bigger dogs and then with my parents' little princesses. Mowgli outweighed all of them, except Gabby the westie (RIP), until she started to be affected by kidney failure.

And I don't have paws...I have furry hands...


His ability to scoop, hold, and catch things with his paws I associated with him being a bengal when Matt brought it up (up to that point, I just thought all cats did it). Matt thinks its because he is front declawed and his paws are more floppy and more suited to scooping (I'm not an avid supporter of this, but had to in order to keep him). I supposed it could be a bit of both, because of his supreme bengal intellect, he taught himself to maneuver his paws to catch and hold things.

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