When I add a cat to a thunderstorm, I'm supposed to get a wet cat, right? This time I didn't. She's been shedding like crazy, long after the storm's over. I think something's up, something...unusual.
Cat's have always given me the impression that they know more than they let on. They'll argue with me over the weather, but when I try to get their attention, they'll just wiggle their ears as if the reception's bad. Then they'll take naps on my lap like they care about nothing else, and then suddenly they'll interject their commentary into my conversation.
Do they really hate each other like they imply when they hiss at each other? Do they have secret meeting places? Dry ones? Force fields?
Perhaps, they've kept it a secret all along. I think they're from another planet. That has to be it. Cats, my friends, are aliens.
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