Shere Khan, she’s not.
We were awakened the other night by an intermittent clanging sound coming from inside the house. Mustering my courage against the threat of monsters, I went to see what it was.
This is our fat, lazy, stupid cat. It seems that as she has become less fat, she has also become less lazy. For lo! She hath slain the mighty feather duster! The sound we heard was her banging the wooden handle against the metal leg of my husband’s computer desk as she gnawed on the feathery corpse. She’s clawed the rug to bits in that spot to make a little den for herself. I guess she brought the duster back to her lair to beat it into submission.
Now she carries her trophy around the house, meowing loudly and rhythmically out of the sides of her mouth. She sounds like a car alarm. Well, maybe the mental exercise will make her less stupid, too. We can only hope.
“Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!”
(Hats up for: UT, TN, NC)