Things the Aged thinks

A few weeks ago, our friend Rusty told us about some very interesting things Rusty thinks. He also asked, “What do you think?”

I asked the Aged, “Well, what do you think?”

“I’ll have to get back to you on that,” he muttered, and trotted off to his litter box.

I asked him today. “Did you forget about Rusty’s thinking game?”

“Oh, that” he muttered. He looked a little sheepish. He doesn’t always remember things nowadays. Sometimes he even forgets there’s food in his bowl, and I have to show him.

“What’s he wanna know for? Dogs don’t care what cats think.”

“He’s just being friendly. He’s a very friendly dog. But if you want, I can just tell him you don’t have any thoughts worth sharing – - “

The Aged prides himself on being a gentlemen and a deep thinker on many worthy subjects, and with apologies to Rusty for being remiss, he says he thinks the following:

• The Aged Cat thinks there’s no such thing as too much sour cream, chicken or ice cream. Or ham. Or cheese. Or yogurt. Or turkey.
• The Aged thinks families should always eat together, preferably out of the same bowl.
• The Aged thinks morning is the best smelling time of day.
• The Aged thinks at least one resident of the house should be awake and “on watch” at all times.
• The South African lady who lives next door calls The Aged “Little Lion.” The Aged adores this nickname and thinks “Little Lion” is the most flattering compliment he has ever been paid.
• The Aged knows the nose knows.
• The Aged Cat thinks knitting is rude; crocheting is rude; phone conversations are rude; sorting photos is rude; eating without sharing, rude, rude, rude.
• The Aged thinks the computer ought to be defenestrated.
• The Aged Cat thinks his old friend, The Tortie, is still here sometimes.

Do you want to share what you think? I think Rusty and his mom might like it. We would too.

(PS: I don’t know if there are any rules in Rusty’s thinking game. Rusty, what do you think? Are there rules to your thinking game?)