Posted on November 22, 2008 in Cats
A few months ago, we inherited a bobcat hide mounted on brown felt. This brown-spotted, golden-skinned relic had come off a feline which was shot about a hundred years ago by the father of my recently deceased great aunt. Mischievous as we are, we could not but help offer it to Fiona and Boadicea as a bed.
They sniffed it once and then declared the rug a vile intruder who had to be hissed at and scorned. We swept it out of their reach before they used their claws.
The reaction surprised us. Some years ago, Lynn was given a rabbit-skin coat. Once when our bunnies were especially naughty, she brought it out. “See!” she said. The rabbits approached it, sniffed it, and then lied down and rolled on it.
A clever, witty line is needed here, but I am like the comedian in a vaudeville act: The animals have already stolen the show.