There is a reason we keep pets. . . . to make us laugh. Cats are no slouches at this. This lovely kitty is Elmo. He WANTED those fish. He did once manage to fling one out onto the carpet. We returned it to the tank, not at worse for its little foray into flying like a bird. It was a goldfish, c'mon. Last night I was sitting in the livingroom reading, when Brenda, a little tortoiseshell girl-kitty came racing into the center of the room, a wild look on her kitty face, raced to the top of the cat tree and back down then whoosh out the cat door. My suspicion is hyperactive butterflies in her brain, but its often hard to tell.
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