Resistance is futile

In Star Trek: The Next Generation, the Borg had a comment when conquering other species - resistance is futile!


This is my resistance is futile position!  My humans look at me in this position and they start oooing and aaahhing.  They'll get down on their knees and rub my tummy.  Yes, I know, we cats don't like it when our tummy's are rubbed, but I trust my mum and dad so much that they can rub my tummy anytime they want.


I can interfere with mum doing paperwork, or folding clothes, or making the bed.  She'll speak sternly to me, Harry!  And I'll roll over on my back, get and oooh and an aaah and then some pets on my tummy.


It's a position I never got to enjoy when I was a street cat, and now I do it whenever I can.  It is a very comfortable feeling even if I don't get any pets out of it.  My humans can see me like this and think how innocent I am.  Little do they know!!!
 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

I'm Waiting

Image
I'm waiting!  That's right I'm waiting.  I'm so excited to show my mum what I've been up to.  Soon she'll walk through that door, walk upstairs, and I'll surprise her by singing Happy Birthday. Though at times, I think dad was losing patience with me.  I mean it's quite easy to confuse the words Happy Birthday with Happy Furday! Either way it's her birthday and I'll sing it the way these humans do it.  But if it was up to me, I'd be shouting from the roof tops, Happy Furday Mummy!!! All I can say is Purr, thank you Mum for loving me. Thank you for the food you bring, and for my squeaky things. Thank you for your friendly talks, and when you change my litter box. Thank you for the naps we share, and putting up with all the hair. Thank you for the things you do, Thank you Momma, I love you.  
Read more

I can be that way too!

Image
 Throughout human history, there is a certain sense of royalty when they see a Siamese Cat.  They're nothing special.   I can give that sense of superiority and mystery and pass myself off as a Siamese Cat.   This is my Siamese look, but it always has that look of bewilderment.  Like, when dad grabs a comb!  Why in God's green earth would dad ever need a comb?  It's always my look of sarcasm.  Like when mum wants to clip my toe nails.  Go ahead, just one step closer and I'm out of here. It's also my look of innocence!  I use it when there is a strange smell in the air and I look at dad and say God dad!  Then walk away, knowing full well I am the reason for that smell!!!
Read more