I saw this cat that looked like a Bengal cat, but I wasn’t sure. It could be a marbled tabby cat… I couldn’t tell the difference.
So I did what every crazy cat lady would do, asked the cat.
Excuse me, Mr. Cat. Are you a Bengal or a marbled tabby?
Mr. Cat said “Don’t bother me. Go away.”
Then the cat got up and crossed the street.
I followed but he stopped and said “Stop following me!”
Of course I lied and said I wasn’t.. I was going the same way.
The cat went through a fenced in garden, but I could still see him.
Then the cat stopped. So I asked again.
“Are you a Bengal cat or just a marbled tabby.”
He just turned his head and didn’t answer. I think he felt insulted.
“Please,” I said, “I just need to know.”
The cat got up and said, “It’s time for my dinner. I’m going home.”
Then he stopped and said, “Please stop stalking me or I’ll tell my human you are trying to kidnap me.”
What a mean cat I thought…
I am still not sure if the mean cat was a Bengal or a marbled tabby.
… but I know where he lives.