Dancing in the light
Cats watch from their safe spaces
Their crazy human
Sway to the music
Now observe my nimble feet
And salsa with me
Cool cat on the floor
Tango, flamenco, olé!
No lessons required
Every morning I dance around my bedroom while the cats watch in either fascination or revulsion. Sometimes I swoop in and bring one or another along on my wild pagan romp. They endure the experience with a stoicism the ancient Greeks would have admired. Here’s my actual cat, Patches, watching my dance routine:
Praying for Eyebrowz 
[ Laughs ] Those are happy cats!
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Oh, if we could all be that happy!
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Ha! My human does the same thing!
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We humans are an odd species. Thanks for putting up with us.
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Hee hee. That last picture cracks me up. Brilliant post xxxxxxxxxxx
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Glad you liked it!
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The cats are brioll and match your words. I can see you jigging about x
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It’s not a pretty sight! But I am enthusiastic!
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The hell don’t matter. it’s the spirit that counts xxxxxxxxx
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My dog makes that face when I try to sing…he literally whimpers and runs away!
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🙂
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My cats hide when I dance also! They prefer me to sit and write so that they can quietly warm my feet or my lap. 🙂
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Oh, mine enjoy my writing mode, as well. They are like little blast furnaces.
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I see that Patches is not a fan…
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Not even a little bit.
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My cat doesn’t dance. She bounces. Wishing I could capture an action shot of her. She remains elusive.
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They’re notoriously bad at doing what we want when we want, right? Thanks for reading and commenting!
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