I know it is often said that dogs look like their owners, but to my alarm I have noticed that I am starting to share certain charcteristics with my two cats! 
Take Digby (no, don't because I love him dearly) he has rather short legs, check, his tummy is becoming increasingly large and wobbly, check, (although thankfully mine doesn't cover my feet when I sit down) he is often to be seen looking confused and gormless, check, walks into the kitchen and doesn't seem to quite remember what he went in there for, so has a few cat biscuits while he's thinking.
Now, I can't put "check" after that one, but I do have the "what did I come up here for? Oh well, I might as well have a wee while I'm here" problem.
. Digby also has the habit of gazing adoringly at Mr P. Whilst I don't gaze adoringly, I do look at him often, for various reasons including "Did you really just say that?" and "You are a grown up, please learn the difference between the floor and the laundry basket"
Also whilst I don't exactly share Digby's lustrous glossy coat (see plastic bag on head with olive oil applied post) I must say my whiskers are coming on a treat! 
Given also that left to my own devices I would happily spend a considerable amount of time "relaxing" I think you may be able to get my point.
I can identify with some of Oliver Sprouts foibles too. A bit clumsy,check, although I keep ornament breakages to a minimum by avoiding stretching out on windowsills or attempting to walk along the mantlepiece 
. Friendly and affectionate, check, but so far I have managed to refrain from rubbing against visitors legs.
High standards of personal hygiene, check again, but personally I prefer having a shower to sitting on the bonnet of next doors car, with my leg in the air while licking my bottom.
Do you think I ought to get myself microchipped?
Ah, the naming of cats! I was reduced to giggles by the nurse coming out and calling "Colin?" Not sure why, it just seemed such a funny name for a cat!
(Said she, who lives next door to cats named Arnold, Gerald and Norman)
Returning to "Bumhole Smythe" what on earth do you call when wanting the poor creature to come in?
One of the reasons that we changed the dear departed Lily's name when we took her on was that Mr P really couldn't countenance standing on the doorstep at night shouting "Spunky, Spunky where are you?"
We once had a neighbour with a Bichon Frise called Nookie.
We did love listening to them calling him in from the garden last thing at night.
at some of the posts, thank you to the contributors!
Isn't it lovely the extra dimension that our pets bring to our lives, even though it might (especially in my case ) make us take the odd stroll into the realms of the surreal
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