I laughed so hard at this. It was the music.
May 032012
Mar 162012
This morning Alpha Geek and I were watching the news, as we are wont to do. I like to check the weather forecast and see if the sproggen or I should wear raincoats. I think Alpha Geek mostly just likes to listen to the white noise while he’s achieving consciousness.
Suddenly, from the kitchen, came a series of strident meows. It was unmistakably the sound of a cat in distress. I thought Duchess had managed to get herself trapped in a cupboard—lately she’s been getting adventurous and climbing new things, not always successfully. I hurried into the kitchen to see what was wrong.
She was fine. She was standing in the middle of the kitchen, looking expectantly up at me. Not trapped, no injuries.
“What’s the matter with you?” I asked. She beamed at me. I petted her a bit and went back to the living room.
Five or ten minutes later, the penny dropped. I went to check her water dish: empty.
Every other cat I’ve known, when they were out of water, has tried to lead me to its (empty) water dish.
This cat was trying to lead me to the kitchen sink, because she knows that’s where I fill her water dish. I just wasn’t getting it.
Sep 052011
So I’m switching Duchess to Blue Wilderness, a dry cat food that has no grains. My health has noticeably improved since I cut grains out of my diet, and I figured if grains are bad for a primate like myself, they can’t be any good for an obligate carnivore.
The last time I tried to change her cat food, I was stupid and just started putting down the new stuff instead of the old stuff. It was even the same brand of cat food, I’d just gotten the fish flavor instead of the chicken. Phurball used to love fish flavor.
She wouldn’t touch it. She barely touched any food for two days, at which point I bought some of her old chicken-flavored food and gave the entire bag of fish-flavored food to the shelter where we’d gotten her.
This time, I planned to be smart about it. I started mixing in a little of the Blue Wilderness with her regular food, so she would get used to the smell and appearance of it. The plan was to increase the ratio until I ran out of the old food.
Apparently she likes the Blue Wilderness. She’s been carefully picking out the nuggets of the new food and eating it all first. Then she comes and tells me she’s out of food. Then an hour later she goes back and reluctantly finishes off the food that’s still in her dish.
Cats. They’re as bad as toddlers.