The kitties are so /confusing/!

Do you understand kitties? Because this morning, I surely am baffled and confounded! I am growing fond of these tiny little beasties who share this funny new pack of mine, but they make no sense to me at all!

Take this morning: Dad passes me in the hall, and notices something in my mouth- as this is sometimes not a good thing (how was I supposed to know that paper was a /legal/ paper, and important?) he reaches down and gives that command, 'Give!' and then praises me, 'Good Give!' for letting him take it out of my mouth....

Then he says "Bertha!" in this shocked tone- and laughs a little.

So I did a little dance. You know, just so he knew, my intentions were good!!

He carries my ex-prize into the bedroom, and waggles it at Pa. I grab it again.

"Bertha!!" he yelps, "...the kitties were just PLAYING with that!!"

'I know!' I dance, *ptoooie*-ing the seafoam green rabbit fur mouse-shaped object out again at the kitties feet. 'See? I share!! Sharing is GOOD I a GOOD girl!!' I play-BOUNCE at the kitties, to show them my sweet-natured intentions. 'See? I want to PLAY wif you!'

The kitty named Diva puffed up at me and hissed. Madame Leota turned her back on me, and stared at the wall in disgust.

I don't get it...

So Dad brings me into the living room, and finds my cone-shaped toy, which is pretty cool... and he plays with me a moment with it. (YAY!) and I feel pretty good about that! -but then he sits down at his desk, so I figure- hey! See? Lemme further re-inforce what a good, sweet, and SHARING soul I am...

I run back into the bedroom, to show Pa my toy. 'Wanna share?' He laughs at me, and calls to Pa, "She just brought her toy in here to show me! hah hah..."

But I have ulterior motives. I am watching the kitties out of the corner of my eye. I trot back out to the living room, right by the hall where they play, and I lay down- but I leave my toy halfway between me and them...

The kitties are compelled to investigate.

hah hah hah, I pant, tongue lolling out... see? I SHARE!

The kitties sniffed my toy, though... and then they looked ALL sour-faced and digusted, and RAN AWAY!! EwEwEW!

So what's wrong with a little dog-drool? See what I mean? A little dog-drool on something only makes it BETTER!!

Those crazy cats.

Big Bertha