Shugyosha Step
My cat has invented a new dance. The happy seagull dance.
This morning Ivan was sitting on his favorite rug in the kitchen (favorite for many reasons, including sitting, sleeping upside down, floor-surfing, and throwing up on), and when a seagull passing by the window caught his attention, he promptly stood up, his pupils narrowed into little slits, and he began this frantic, jerky dance which was sort of a combination of the moonwalk, a feline version of the Roger Rabbit, and a NordicTrack demonstration.
After about 20 seconds of dancing, he sat back down and closed his eyes as if nothing had happened.
Before I'd even finished chuckling, another seagull passed by, and the same routine occurred again.
I'm convinced this fits somehow into his bizarre cat religion which also includes gift-wrapping poop, micromanaging my morning schedule, and putting toy mice in my toilet.
From the first CATechism: "Verily I say unto you, the humans of the righteous shall shower as early as 6:30 and no later than 7:00, and ye cats who allow your humans to shower outside the chosen times shall be plagued by the wrath of a thousand dogs . . . when thou hast toppled a houseplant, thou shalt shape the soil of thine plant into a pyramid, and thy pyramid's edges shall be straight, and thy pyramid's walls shall be high, and to consecrate thine pyramid, thou shalt urinate upon it, for unconsecrated potting soil representeth the commencement of the path of iniquity . . . when thou spyest a seagull, thou shalt rejoice, for the seagull purporteth a time of abundant salmon and catnip, and fear not, let all the world witness thy jubilation. . . ."
This morning Ivan was sitting on his favorite rug in the kitchen (favorite for many reasons, including sitting, sleeping upside down, floor-surfing, and throwing up on), and when a seagull passing by the window caught his attention, he promptly stood up, his pupils narrowed into little slits, and he began this frantic, jerky dance which was sort of a combination of the moonwalk, a feline version of the Roger Rabbit, and a NordicTrack demonstration.
After about 20 seconds of dancing, he sat back down and closed his eyes as if nothing had happened.
Before I'd even finished chuckling, another seagull passed by, and the same routine occurred again.
I'm convinced this fits somehow into his bizarre cat religion which also includes gift-wrapping poop, micromanaging my morning schedule, and putting toy mice in my toilet.
From the first CATechism: "Verily I say unto you, the humans of the righteous shall shower as early as 6:30 and no later than 7:00, and ye cats who allow your humans to shower outside the chosen times shall be plagued by the wrath of a thousand dogs . . . when thou hast toppled a houseplant, thou shalt shape the soil of thine plant into a pyramid, and thy pyramid's edges shall be straight, and thy pyramid's walls shall be high, and to consecrate thine pyramid, thou shalt urinate upon it, for unconsecrated potting soil representeth the commencement of the path of iniquity . . . when thou spyest a seagull, thou shalt rejoice, for the seagull purporteth a time of abundant salmon and catnip, and fear not, let all the world witness thy jubilation. . . ."