…the real name for a group of house cats is not a Clowder. It’s a Stripe. A Stripe of House Tigers. For that is just what we are, house tigers.
I’m taking over Other Mom’s keyboard again. She’s off buying turkey breast and pumpkin and baking supplies and I don’t know what all. Luckily, she’s buying Sheba perfect portions, which I love, so I decided I’d help with the blog again.
I never liked it when the Two-Leggeds called a group of my kind a Clowder. It sounds stupid, almost like chowder, which I’d love to eat but am told is too salty. No, I am much more like a tiger, only in a far more reasonable size and marked in much more varied colors. The other main difference is that I don’t like to swim. I hear tigers do. Therefore, I am part of a Stripe.
For those softer cats who like to lie down with the Two-Leggeds rather than boss them around, they also have a name. Their group is a Cuddle. A Cuddle of Cats.
Now that you know, you can start using the names properly. A Stripe of House Tigers, a Cuddle of Cats. Now I hear Other Mom coming. I must make sure she doesn’t forget my favorite flavor of Gooshy Food. Also it’s time for my ration of head scritches and jaw rubs.