Funny picture with blog of the day - The Pet Test of  Sensory Perception Palaver                                       

Good day my fine friends in today’s picture you could be excused for assuming that I am the exasperated master guru of pet pupils that partake in the practise of co-ordinated cat karate kata or some other feline fancy footwork exercise for the purpose of exhibiting any successfully managed manoeuvres in an agility class at the Cat Fanciers Association exhibition. 

Well as you can clearly witness the unruly lack of synchronisation skills would not only be a bar to the pursuit of any coveted competition trophy piece but an embarrassing slur on the professional capabilities of any such instructor practitioner who would no doubt as a result be subject to a suspension of activities during which time an investigation by a regulatory body for attaining the impeccable standards of service would be necessary,

Thankfully ‘twas non other than a friendly wager between two rascally types engaged in juvenile shenanigans to which I hold up an identifying hand as one half of the perpetrating pair.  The said shenanigan, concocted in its entirety by yours truly, was for the shifty attempt by my pet pal, the pet to the rear of the other pets rear, to pluck no less than three hairs, either in singular or bunched form, the rules were lax on this factor, without the victims awareness, thus throwing the feline equally enviable senses of stealth and sensitivity into a questionable conundrum quandary as to which was the most effective of said senses and indeed most effective of the two pets, therefore a double whammy wager of sorts.

I watched with a nervous exhilaration as there was a fine line between my good self spending the afternoon wrapping my chewing tackle around two huge planks of nut riddled chocolatl and being reluctantly relieved of a sufficient amount of coppers to supply a sea-bounty banquet to my combatant in wager war.

This nervous state was heightened due to the fact that by firmly affixing my vigilant opticals on the pet participator for the purpose of integrity measure I had my back to bushed vegetation.  Now it is renowned that I harbour a perfectly rational fear of abundant shrubbery as all kinds of horrors have been known to lurk amongst their lush and luring foliage as I had read on the Tinterweb that there are hungry dingos that run feral in bushy terrain and I have witnessed the shenanigans in Jurassic park, yes its not all Walton’s mountain in shrubbery land. you know. 

Well suffice to say fish was the dish of the day, I leave you to draw your own conclusion