If my goal is to get from one end of a room to another, my plan most certainly is not to run across the floor from Point A to Point B. That is not the Cat way. No, instead it is to stare at Pops in full-on wonky-eyed crazy mode, dash to the edge of the couch, up onto an arm rest, across his shoulder, leap off the iPad, parkour off the footstool, tip over the tortilla chips, one paw in the salsa, knock the TV remote to the floor, across Humom's chest with claws fully extended, leap over the coffee cup to a shelf, then down onto the floor, up the cat scratcher and onto the table. Point B achieved.
I still don't get why they have trouble understanding this. The whole "Point A to Point B" thing is not about reaching a destination. Life isn't about getting somewhere... it's about the style we display during the journey.
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