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 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...
