Friday, October 22, 2010
Back to Normal
Karen Jo: And what did you do when I turned on the kitchen light? You headed straight for your dry food and started munching down.
You didn't give me any new Stinky Goodness, so I had to eat the dry.
Karen Jo: There was nothing wrong with the Stinky Goodness that you had. It hadn't dried out yet and you had hardly touched it. Sometimes I think you get me up at oh-dark-thirty just because you know that you can.
::stifles evil laughter:: You got your own self up in the early daylight to feed me breakfast.
Karen Jo: I had to get up to use the litter box room anyway, so I might as well get you breakfast. I gave you fresh new food from two newly opened cans and what did you do?
I licked up all the juice and nibbled at the food. Then I begged and begged for new food when you got up for the day.
Karen Jo: Which you didn't get until lunch time. I am not going to get you new food every few hours when you aren't eating it much at all. Which is not to say you aren't eating. You are munched down pretty good on your duck and pea and your Purina One.
I wish you would cook something good again.
Karen Jo: You are too picky to please. I especially didn't put herbs on some chicken just for you and what did you do?
I sniffed it and walked away.
Karen Jo: What did you do the last time I offered you real live cooked shrimp?
I sniffed it, licked it, chewed it up and spit it out on the floor.
Karen Jo: What did you do with the last two bites of steak I gave you?
I chewed them up real good, then spit them out on the floor. Is there a point to all these questions?
Karen Jo: No matter what people food I give you, you don't seem happy with it.
So try something different. I ate the pasta Alfredo and the macaroni and cheese you gave me.
Karen Jo: I might cook roast lamb soon. I don't put any herbs or spices on that at all, so we'll see if you like it. If you don't, all the more for me. I love it. You are falling down on your job as mighty hunter.
What do you mean?
Karen Jo: I haven't swatted the flies all summer, because you like watching and stalking them. Now that it's getting colder, they are getting more sluggish and crawling around on the floor, easy prey. You just bat them around a little. I can understand if you don't want to eat them, but you don't kill them, either.
Why would I kill them if I don't want to eat them?
Karen Jo: Good question. The problem is that there are getting to be a lot of them around. If you aren't going to take care of them, I am going to have to get out the fly swatter soon.
Aw, don't kill off my real live toys. Now I want to answer some questions that have shown up in the comments. Yes, I am a Gemini and I am very vocal. I meow at Mom, chitter at the ravens, mew at the little birds and purr at the slightest petting. Mom doesn't put a whole lot of store in astrology, but she was amazed at how close the Gemini profile came to me. One thing that didn't fit was that the book said that Mom and I don't have compatible signs. Maybe it meant that I wouldn't be compatible with a Scorpio cat, since it is a book on cat astrology.