My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
My cat has a new obsession: sticking his head out of the cat flap, seeing that it’s raining, staying still, coming back in, meowing at me like “Daaad, it’s raining” and starting the cycle again.
I let my cat Té (tea in spanish) smell a teabag once, since he always sat by me when i brewed them. He stared at it for a few seconds then punched the shit out of it, spilled it’s herbs all over the floor then ran away with the now empty teabag on his mouth, as if it were a toy. There’s probably some deep symbolism to be made here or something.
I’ve had a somewhat similar experience. I learned that mint is related to catnip while trying to figure out why on Earth my cat would have dunked his entire god damn head into my mug of mint green tea. I didn’t name mine quite so fittingly as you did though
He also has a brother called Masita (cookie) who loves pastries. Their sister, Limón (lemon), is a sworn enemy of citrics though.