Alice–my large female Maine Coon–is big enough that she can basically lift up to ten pounds, and drag anything that she has lifted around the house. I have a few machetes in the front hall closet (mostly used to menace my sister while she showers). Alice sees me fetch them out often.
About a year ago, she wanted a treat, and I was ignoring her to keep making word count. So she went to the machete closet, opened it, grabbed one of the machetes in her teeth…
…and dragged it down the hall to my room, where she presented it to me and sang the song of her people.
Alice got treats.











































