Cute Boris stories

Ok, so I have to tell this story. Last night Julie and I were on the couch watching tv. After we had finished I got up to use the computer and Julie continued to sit there reading her book. As per usual, Boris seized upon the opportunity to move up to the "Head Cat" spot and sat down in my spot on the couch. Ok, nothing new there. At the time, we left the tv tuned to PBS and the Michigan Out-Of-Doors show was just coming on. Tonight's episode: Turkey hunting. I was sitting there minding my own business when I hear Julie whisper, "Jim, look at Boris." There, in my spot, was a cat who was totally transfixed. I've never actually seen any of the cats watch tv before, but Boris couldn't peel his eyes away. He was amazed and mystified. Somewhere in that little fuzzy brain of his you could just hear him saying "What is that bird doing in my house?!? Must attack!! Must think out plan!!! Must be sneaky!!!" Boris slinked off of the couch and slowly made his way up to the gobbling fowl on the screen. Coming at it from the side he inched forward, never taking his eyes off the bird. When he got to the screen he looked up, stretched out a paw and placed it on the screen. "Hmmm.....no bird" you could hear him say. Never one to give up, he jumped up on the speaker and peaked around the back of the tv looking for his prey. Frustrated he jumped back to the ground and sat in front of the tv pondering new ways he could get that rotten bird he could hear all around him.

At this point Julie and I were just cracking up. Poor Boris. He may be the King, but there's a reason why we're the dominant species.

Oh well, tomorrow we set up the projector. 80'' widescreen in high-def, here we come!!!! Boris may drool at the turkey, but Jim will be drooling at Star Wars!!!