Impostor!
Okay, Peter is clearly not a cat. I'll give him props, he's very convincing: he grooms, he kneads, he acts like a loon around catnip, he has fish breath. But I was working on some sewing projects today, for the first time since I brought him home, and I had two nearly-finished dresses floomphed on the coffee table. He jumped up to lie on them, as any self-respecting cat would do, settling into a contented ball within five seconds. But then, when I whined, "But, but, I need those. Here [I lay one of the couch throw pillows flat]; wouldn't you like a pillow instead? Nice fluffy pillow [pat, pat]," he left the sewing projects to sit on the pillow! Cats. Don't. Do that. A fundamental tenet of the feline code is that you much remain on the sewing project for at least 17 minutes, and if forcibly removed by the seamster or seamstress before time is called, you must leave at least one picked place. So I don't know what he is - bunny, ferret, unbilled platypus - but I'm onto him. He's up to something, plotting some evil, cunning plan. Which is just like a cat, but I'm not fooled, oh no! Purr while you can, monkey-boy, or whatever you are; I'm watching you.
Originally posted at http://violetcheetah.dreamwidth.org/51121.html. Feel free to comment there 
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