Monday, August 23, 2010

Cat-related business: dinner

I have a cat. His name is Sherlock.

The only pets my husband and I ever owned growing up were fish. I was never much of an animal person. His parents didn't particularly cats; my mother downright hated them. We even surprised ourselves by deciding to get a cat. We decided it would be nice to have a companion but we never even imagined the endless smiles he'd give us.

I must say, for a creature with a walnut-sized brain, he sure is persistent. Particularly when it comes to dinner time.

Hi! Did I get your attention?
What if I sit over here, on this stool?
I'm reeeally hungry!
What if I sit here? I KNOW the food is in there!
Oh food bag, how I love you.
I just love you.
Why do you torture me??

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