Stupid cat.
Our cat Nerys has a vet appointment this morning, and she’s not allowed to eat anything beforehand.
The way Nerys lets us know she’s hungry is ingenious, but annoying and destructive. She finds paper and rips shreds off of it, as if to say, “See? I’m eating this… then looking at you… then eating this… therefore you should give me food? Get it? No? I’ll eat some more and see if you get it.”
Because she’s a cat and therefore illiterate, she doesn’t know what she’s eating. Corners of books, receipts, it really doesn’t matter. If there’s nothing on the floor, she’ll grab something off of a table, pull it to the floor, and then eat it.
Today’s feast: Emily’s first quarter progress report, which we need to sign and get back to school on Monday. The Spanish side is up, the English side with her good report on it is down.
I guess we’ll see if “the cat ate my homework” is a valid excuse for school.
Cats are the Devil. The ancient Egyptians knew this as cats guarded the Underworld.
DEVILS!
Our cats try to clue me in that I need to feed them right now by clawing at the throw rugs or furniture around me. If it’s not time, I don’t feed them, I just yell No! But it’s their time-honored method.