Like Father Like Son

One of my (unique) selling points when it comes to breeding cats is that cats brought up by yours truly are very clever and advanced with a certified membership in the cat brain trust. And even if M constantly has to point out that they are very obviously of the non clever looking kind, we with brains to use know that looks can be oh so completely deceiving.

I'm still not quite sure how to interpret - or grade on the omnipresent clever scale - the fondness for breadbaskets my cats - still living at original home as well as moved out - perpetually like to flaunt.

The other day one classic - a k a much loved by many in this residence - breadbasket happened to be left on kitchen table. The next time I passed the kitchen there was one semi-small black panther who had managed to curl himself down there looking all content - that is until I showed up with one annoying flashing camera - and happy.

This morning the bread basket was occupied by another of my typically - albeit not bred by yours truly - clever looking furry dudes. Being the picture perfect example of like father like above son.

Who said odd fellows can't be clever ones, in the case of bread baskets I know one can safely deduct that it takes lots of brains, loads and loads of smart grey cells, to figure out how to get one not so small body dressed in fur into one quite small non flexible area and there find at least one, possible more, comfortable position.

And then figure out exactly how to get all snuggly cosy for as long as possible and not letting any less distinguished member of the famous cat brain trust make a sneaky take over. Now that does require a lot of ingenious thinking and a membership in Mensa for Cats.

I'm proud to share house with a few of these remarkably apt cats. And I'm even prouder for having bred such clever creatures.