Roy is a very sweet cat, but not the sharpest claw in the paw. We have observed him, for instance, meowing at a blank wall. There is a door hinge in our house that makes him angry. He is afraid of our family room rug. We say "Oh, Roy" a lot around here.
Last night I heard him meowing plaintively over the baby monitor. We have inadvertently closed a cat in Conrad's room on occasion and I assumed that's what had happened. I got up and hurried down the hall to let Roy out before he woke Conrad, but the door was open and Roy came sauntering out of his own accord.
I'm assuming that, unable to rouse us at 5:00 a.m., Roy had gone in to see if Conrad would feed him.
4 comments:
Roy, meet my old tabbycat Woody. If it is raining outside one door, she meows at another to go out. Maybe they aren't so much dumb as eternal optimists.
Roy, don't be self conscious dude. Just do your thing.
Roy is the spitting image of our Jack, who also is the sharpest crayon in the box! But we love him anyway.
Perhaps Roy is smarter than you think! Phaedra seems to have learned that although her whining won't wake us up to feed her, if she wakes up Charlotte, then we are awake and she gets fed as a side benefit. Roy, you sneaky thing...
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