Thursday, December 29, 2016
Bentley meets Darth Vader!
What is this fat, macho tabby doing in the back yard?
Why does he look so much like Bentley?
Has our Jedi Master met his (fat, macho) father at last?
Does this mean that Princess Meow-a, the nice fluffy tortie who comes in through the hole in the fence, is really his sister? Probably not, but it's a nice story.
I had to voice the part of Darth Vader in this scenario, as the cat was too far away to be heard. Bentley does NOT like me using weird-sounding voices, nor does he like me whistling. He comes up to me, looking anxious. The whites of his eyes show, always a bad sign.
Humans are supposed to behave in a certain way, and I repeatedly break those rules. And yet, he still loves me. At least, I think he loves me: here he looks merely alarmed.