Anybody who states that the moon doesn’t doesn’t have any effect on us biologicals never had cats. Tis the full moon and our three idiots cats are absolutely bonkers–as usual.
Wide eye’d, claws out, stuck to the ceiling, climbing the walls nuts! Now some would say that’s kind of usual for a cat but I would have to respond that they had never owned a cat or if they did it was in a very large house and had a maid or butler take care of it. Sure, when you have three male cats in one regular sized household things can get a bit boisterous at times but when the full moon rolls around so do these pint size felines with all sorts of fur munching, three-way wrestling matches and banging heads onto walls.
Amazing feats of agility are also performed such as the old climbing the air routine, landing on anything but their feet and bounding from her bureau to mine and on to our respective stomachs (all three of wild wonder cats at the same time) and doing the feline version of World Wrestling Federation across our faces. All this at three AM results in some rather rude awakenings and flung about felines.
Don’t get me wrong here, we love our fur bearing, four legged, Tender Vittles eating, house type cats very much indeed. Our never ending source of entertainment and “I don’t care if your sleeping, pet me anyway!” feline friends. We just keep our squirt guns near to hand for the quick draw if we need them…especially during the full moon.
