Marge and I were watching the Tampa Bay Buccaneers (American pro football) win their game in overtime. The game was a real "nail-biter" - unlike when we watched our University of Florida Gators (American college football) win yesterday.

In the excitement of the win, I announced to Trippi - my attentive and faithful calico Princess kitty, who was hanging out by my leather shoe laces (which she likes to untie and play with):

"Treats for All!"

She followed me through the house while I got the bag of treats, and cut off the top so I could open it and pour some in a bowl for her and bring it back to the living room.

Who says that animals don't understand your words?

Our cats seem to understand a lot!
And our family dog understood everything.

Haha, animals can easily catch onto words. Both my dogs go crazy when we say, "Wanna treat?". They both jump up on us, and follow us to the jar of treats. XD

I think they understand ALOT more than we give them credit for.Our dog understands everything we say lols I can say to someone "Where's the dog?" and she comes wandering out of where ever she was like "I'm right here" Or when I say Dinners ready, she's the first one to the table.We can't even spell things anymore because she learned what we're spelling! Not only do they understand what we're saying, they sense things too.
If they only had a voice I bet they'd have a lot to offer

Yeah. When Marge and I are going off, like for a day, or into the bedroom at night (closing the door, because Trippi would follow us in, and claws just don't mix well with a water bed), we'll say to Trippi: "Guard the house, Trippi!"

Of course, that's a real joke, as most people see very little of her, and if someone broke in, her attitude would be "Every cat for herself!"

Anyway, when we say, "Guard the house!" she gets this concerned look on her face, like ohhhh, do you HAVE to leave?

She especially can't understand us going off to bed just when it's getting to the part of the day (the night) when it's time to party. Ha. LOL. We leave it with her. She can party without us.

When we were broken into, I swear that it was our cat who scared them off and prevented them from coming into our bedroom.

And if I now ask one of our cats 'where's your sister?' or 'where's the other one?' you can guarantee that 'the other one' will come out of her hiding place.

Trippi may have been like that at one time (scaring off intruders), because when she first came to our home, she was like Royalty - the Princess - to our outside, semi-feral cats Smokey and Tuffy, and she was quite fearless.

Our place is in a wooded area, and we've cleared two of the five acres, but we have deer, raccoons, possums, hawks, snakes, and all the other things (don't know if we have bear, or not). Anyway, in December, 2006, Trippi was mauled outside pretty bad. We didn't think she'd live. And we're still doing wound care on her every two or three days, although the wound is down to about an inch and a half by two inches, and it's just the skin and fur that has to slowly grow together.

If we could afford it, a hyperbaric kind of treatment facility could have healed her wound faster, and possibly she could have had a graft. But she's come a long way!

Anyhow, she's more timid about strangers than she used to be.

Now, if they tried to pick her up, that'd be different.

I have to pick her up and hold her for the wound care, and she endures it, but she likes the being picked up almost as little as she likes the wound care.

If she comes to your lap for pets, she has to be "free" to come and go as she pleases. And we respect that.

Poor thing ~ she has suffered.

As soon as I say "it's bedtime" Sweetgirl goes to her favortie sleeping perch.

That's cute. Can you call for a song?