I don’t want to give too much away while the patent is pending, but the secret is in the spin, and that there’s no butter around the edges.
Oh, that’s dangerous. Sometimes the doubly-buttered bread just hangs there in the air, and pulls the floorboards up to meet it. Expensive to fix.
Dat belleh floof, I kin almost sees it!
Here you go, sleeping kitty with extra belly fluff exposed. He is far more of a fan of under chin tickling than the belly rub.
And a bonus fang! Thanks!
He reminds me of Isis, a kitten from my brother’s cat. <3 =^+^=
And I know another Tobin. Just to let you know. Thanks!
How do cats always land on their feet?
This sounds like a question that would clearly benefit from an empirical, experimental approach.
My last cat could do all three of those things. He was big enough to open the front door to get out and trained the neighbors to let him back in. Tomorrow is the 3rd anniversary of his death and I still miss him terribly.
I had a couple of different wonder cats in the past. One was a master thief. I kid you not, she brought home a package of chicken legs, still completely wrapped and cold.
More importantly has anyone performed the classic Fark experiment of putting lipstick on a cat’s butt hole to find out if it touches the kitchen counter directly or not.
Seems as good a time as any to wonder out loud whether I’ll see a cat on a space station in my lifetime.
One that roams free? In zero gravity?
As soon as space stations are privately owned, but I’m not going.
Cats are four-dimensional, obviously.
Everybody knows that.
Time for a social justice kitten:
Gotta swing 'em real hard by their tail to beat that special ability.