Heh heh. My goof ball Ginger. She has come leaps and bounds from when I first got this ball of hissing nails and teeth into a pretty much lovey dovey cat. Except for her feet. Sill will only let me near them for a second before the catatiude comes out.
I snuck up on her just now, snoozing upside down on the chair next to me and started pettiing her back foot. She "sat up" which involved her lifting the front half of her self up, still bely to the breeze and now looked like a frog. I saw no impending doom to my hand so I kept petting her foot and she fell asleep, still in frog position, head now all shluped forward, till a loud car went by and she woke up and shot me a nasty look, batted my hand (a half hearted attempt at best, I laughed) and walked away.
Silly creatures.
I snuck up on her just now, snoozing upside down on the chair next to me and started pettiing her back foot. She "sat up" which involved her lifting the front half of her self up, still bely to the breeze and now looked like a frog. I saw no impending doom to my hand so I kept petting her foot and she fell asleep, still in frog position, head now all shluped forward, till a loud car went by and she woke up and shot me a nasty look, batted my hand (a half hearted attempt at best, I laughed) and walked away.
Silly creatures.