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Timber Cat

I have a black, furry cat named Timber.  He thinks he is a dog.  If I pull a post-it note from my desk, he snaps to attention and waits anxiously for me to wad it into a ball and throw it across the room.

If only for my own amusement, I acknowledge and participate in my cat's request.

He bounds (yes I said bounds, because there is nothing graceful about his attack) after the paper and retrieves it with his mouth and then will bring it back and drop it at my feet.

I bend over to pick up the paper.  It is slimy and gross, much like the tennis balls my dog, Jack, would chase and then slobber all over.  Is is supposed to be like this?

The cat stands at attention and follows every movement of my hand.  If I wait too long, he'll try to take the paper from me.  I think his tail is wagging; not flicking.  Did he just bark?

If I forget to put him in the basement and close the door at night, he'll come knock on my bedroom door at 4:30 in the morning and ask me to let him outside.

He rarely uses his litter box.  After leaving one gift inside the box; it is enough.  The rest of his treasures are strategically placed in coded patterns.  I deciphered his code the other day.  It said, "feed me pickles."

I love my cat!

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  1. Feed me pickles! hahahahaha! Your cat is ku-raaaazy! The offer's still there if you want a sleep-all-day, droopy-eyed hound dog puppy. :) He won't fetch anything for you though. He just lays around thinking about bacon.

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  2. Mmmmm. Bacon! You can throw that across the room and I'll fetch that

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  3. By Coralee's request the cat is exhibiting dog like behavior to keep you from wanting another mutt. Smart cat.

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  4. Undoubtedly, this cat is smarter than we give him credit for.

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