Well let’s take you to the dawn of time, where many cats roamed the land freely and saw many civilisations come and go. They were wild, fearsome creatures back then, before mankind targeted the kitty civilisation and took them then enslaved them. The Cats nowadays are used to being enslaved, they have become from fearless warriors to timid creatures, forced to lie in the corner all day, defenceless from their masters. Now, we realise that they annoyingly lick their bodies, leaving patches of damp fur but alas! Nothing can persuade them to put an end to this nasty habit. This leaves to a question, ‘Why do cats lick their fur?’ Let’s go back, recall the events and find the truth for this ever repeating question...
A long time ago, before cavemen and after dinosaurs, a small striped tabby was bored. His mother and father were busy collecting corn and potatoes that they couldn’t find time for him. He was the youngest in the pack and his other siblings were on duty, guarding the treasure or on the lookout for enemy dogs. He sat down on a tree and wondered to himself. What should he do? He wasn’t allowed anywhere near to the dog’s pack which was a shame because he really thought that that was an excellent place to be when you’re bored. Sacks of food, pipes to explore and many trees that he would like to climb. There were of course, many nicer, better and more of them in the cat pack but how fun would it is if he could explore an enemy territory? He loved risks!
He leant back on the tree until he felt a drip on his neck. He looked up. There, on the tree, sat a small bird, eating berries very messily. The tabby hissed until he realised who the bird was. It was his friend, Purple Wing.
‘Hey Tabb.’ Waved Purple Wing, ‘Sorry about that!’
Tabby smiled, for he found this really amusing. He waved a paw up to his feathered friend and leapt up into the tree. He found a place that would bear his weight and sat on it. It felt wonderful. Purple wings gulped down a ripe berry.
‘Hi! Why are you here? Asked Tabby.
Purple feather wiped his mouth with his wing and didn’t answer. Sprays of red berry juice dripped down onto Tabby’s coat. He snorted in disgust. He didn’t like his fur to be wet and sticky. He clawed at the patch of wet fur in annoyance. He didn’t like the feel of it on his fur. Purple realised what had happened and started pecking on it. It seemed to work and Tabby joined in. He licked and licked and licked until it was all gone. Amazed of how well it worked, Tabby started to lick himself whenever he felt dirty. It became a massive habit and he started avoiding baths. Soon, everyone in the village started picking up this strange habit and it has adapted into the cats daily lifestyle till now.
A long time ago, before cavemen and after dinosaurs, a small striped tabby was bored. His mother and father were busy collecting corn and potatoes that they couldn’t find time for him. He was the youngest in the pack and his other siblings were on duty, guarding the treasure or on the lookout for enemy dogs. He sat down on a tree and wondered to himself. What should he do? He wasn’t allowed anywhere near to the dog’s pack which was a shame because he really thought that that was an excellent place to be when you’re bored. Sacks of food, pipes to explore and many trees that he would like to climb. There were of course, many nicer, better and more of them in the cat pack but how fun would it is if he could explore an enemy territory? He loved risks!
He leant back on the tree until he felt a drip on his neck. He looked up. There, on the tree, sat a small bird, eating berries very messily. The tabby hissed until he realised who the bird was. It was his friend, Purple Wing.
‘Hey Tabb.’ Waved Purple Wing, ‘Sorry about that!’
Tabby smiled, for he found this really amusing. He waved a paw up to his feathered friend and leapt up into the tree. He found a place that would bear his weight and sat on it. It felt wonderful. Purple wings gulped down a ripe berry.
‘Hi! Why are you here? Asked Tabby.
Purple feather wiped his mouth with his wing and didn’t answer. Sprays of red berry juice dripped down onto Tabby’s coat. He snorted in disgust. He didn’t like his fur to be wet and sticky. He clawed at the patch of wet fur in annoyance. He didn’t like the feel of it on his fur. Purple realised what had happened and started pecking on it. It seemed to work and Tabby joined in. He licked and licked and licked until it was all gone. Amazed of how well it worked, Tabby started to lick himself whenever he felt dirty. It became a massive habit and he started avoiding baths. Soon, everyone in the village started picking up this strange habit and it has adapted into the cats daily lifestyle till now.
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