It never ceases to amaze me.  Maybe it has ceased to amaze you with your
kitties and whatever your native language is.

Persia fully understands phrases, the primary one being "It's not time yet!"
Most of you know the vet put her on a diet because she'd gotten quite fluffy
despite being on Hill's x/d to avoid oxolate crystals after bladder surgery
in 2004.  She adores those crunchies!  She's adapted pretty well to the 1/2
cup a day diet (1/4 cup 6AM and 1/4 cup 6PM) but this doesn't stop her from
trying to coerce me.

If I head anywhere in the direction of the kitchen where the pantry is,
regardless of the time of day, she will march off towards it ahead of me.  I
know what she's doing.  And I say, "It's not time yet."  She literally halts
in her tracks.  She doesn't visibly sigh or complain, but I can see it her
her posture... she's thinking drat!  I thought I could fool Mommy!  Sorry,
Persia, Mommy knows it's not time yet. :)

Sometimes I go in and find she's opened the door to the pantry.  She hasn't
figured out how to undo the zipper-lock on the bag of crunchies, though.
She's too much of a lady to try to chew through the double layer plastic
bag.  She's not starving, trust me.

A funny thing she did today.  I'd been cleaning the kitchen and went to take
a bath.  Persia sat on the toilet seat, watching me.  This time she didn't
chatter at me or try to show me how to bathe.  She was in meatloaf position
except she kept reaching out with one paw, sort of in the direction of the
tub, reaching out, flexing her paw and pointing down.  It was almost like
she was trying to give me a silent instruction, "Get out of the tub, now!"
What the heck?!

She's so sweet.  She gets her other bowl of crunchies in 20 minutes so she
should be happy... until the next time I walk in the general direction of
the kitchen! <G>

Jill