My black cat, Zelda, is a master of mixed signals. One minute she's purring like a motorboat, rubbing against my leg, demanding chin scratches. The next, she's hissing at the vacuum cleaner like it's a mortal enemy. And don't even get me started on the tail twitches – are those...
My mischievous black cat, Zelda, has a love affair with scratching posts that borders on obsession. I swear, she goes through them faster than a rock star through guitar picks! One minute, it's a pristine sisal-covered tower; the next, it's a pile of shredded cardboard and scattered fluff. It's a...
My black cat, Zelda, is a master of mixed signals. One minute she's purring like a motorboat, rubbing against my leg, demanding chin scratches. The next, she's hissing at the vacuum cleaner like it's a mortal enemy. And don't even get me started on the tail twitches – are those...
My mischievous black cat, Zelda, has a love affair with scratching posts that borders on obsession. I swear, she goes through them faster than a rock star through guitar picks! One minute, it's a pristine sisal-covered tower; the next, it's a pile of shredded cardboard and scattered fluff. It's a...
