Kitty Thoughts

I cut my foot the other day.

Nothing serious, but I didn’t notice until I saw the spots of blood on the tile floor.

Before I had a chance to clean it up the cat noticed.

And I noticed her noticing.

She was sauntering down the hall when she must have smelled it.

She stopped, crouched down and sniffed around.

Then she looked up at me with such a look of horror on her face I actually burst out laughing!

I could just imagine what thoughts were going through her mind.

“BLOOD!

Am I cut?

No, it’s not my blood.

OMG, it’s her! She’s bleeding/maimed/dying!

Who’s going to feed me/pet me/clean my litter box/spray my mousie with catnip?!

OMG!”

She ran and hid for the rest of the day, proving once again that loyalty is a canine trait!