Thursday, September 28, 2006

...and that's why you don't rub my tummy

What was she thinking?

Kate, of all people, knows the Seven Commandments of Pablo Touching:
1. No rubbing or scratching of the tummy- even when asleep.
2. No pulling of the tail- even when asleep.
3. Any kind of interference with the whiskers is a no go.
4. Don't pick me up in that way.
5. Don't pick me up (in any way) and sing to or about me and/or dance with me.
6. Especially to ABBA music (bad memories from my first housepeople, Nikki and Heidi).
7. Is that seven yet?

She SO should have known better. Next time, maybe.
-- Pabs

6 comments:

mike said...

Pablo that was mean... you should be nice to Kate. She is nice.

Pablo said...

Nice doesn't cut it when one transgresses the Seven Rules of Pablo Touching. I can't make an exception, even for Kate. It's a slippery slope to a permissive society.

The Flying Furball said...

Hi Pabs
Stripy here, check out my furog,couldn't agree with you more about the touching thing - freaks me out when the slaves touch me while I'm asleep. Agree with you about the collar too - ringing collars are for pussies, not cats who want any sort of street cred at all. Keep up the good work, like the meow recognition software, got some myself, very cool. Sniff ya later Stripy

Pablo said...

Pleasure to hear from you, Stripy. I hear that we have a mutual human... Tracey. She visits sometimes. Actually, she set me up with a lady cat in Melbourne, but that's a story for another post. I dig your blog- will put a link to it here on Pablog. You're an eastern shore cat, right? Interested in heading up an SFFL team over there? We're thinking of branching out of the greater Hobart area. Just a thought, though.

Anonymous said...

She can rub my tummy anytime she wants!

Pablo said...

You dogs have no shame...