Tonight after I got home from my book club meeting I microwaved some leftover spaghetti. I sat down at the table to dig into my tasty dinner when I was distracted. I heard the unmistakable sounds of my cat Joey knocking things off of my nightstand.
I picked up my bowl of pasta, walked into the bedroom, shooed the kitten off the table, and went back to the table to get on with my dinner. Then I heard him knocking stuff off of the nightstand again!
I picked up my bowl and went back in the bedroom but this time he jumped down and slinked under the bed (he knew he was being naughty!) so I went back into the other room to continue eating.
Then I heard it AGAIN! I left my bowl on the table and picked up the cat and brought him into the living room and set him on the couch. As I turned to go back to my noodly goodness I saw my other cat Oliver face down in my bowl, busily licking the sauce from the pasta. He looked at me, mewed, and then Joey jumped up to join him!
They set me up so that I would get distracted enough to give them access to my dinner! They are getting too smart for their own good. I am going to have to hide my spare keys.
This reminds me of a commercial from some years ago (for a stain-resistant carpet, maybe) with a dog, a cat and a mouse teaming up to trip the guy walking into his living room with a tray full of food.
There was an elaborate set-up, but it ended with them pushing a footstool into his path. He did a face plant over the footstool, and the food went flying. The animals were right there to scarf it up.
Yeah, they’re smarter than us. Here I am past my bedtime, doodling around on the computer with the Olympics playing in the PIP corner (think I’m overstimulated?) and all three of mine are passed out on the couch next to me. They know when they’re supposed to go to bed.
Yeah, I post pictures of them occasionally. I believe the last time was when Oliver was sick and I had vet questions. Then snuggle up against me when I sleep at night and they come running to the door when I come home from work so I can’t be too mad at them for plotting against me.
I swear, I could come into the kitchen and find them trying to light the place on fire and I wouldn’t be able to stay angry as long as they flipped over on their backs and let me pet their bellies!
Last night we had grilled salmon for dinner. We have two siamese attack cats…one male one female. The girl decided to come over and poke her head under my armpit to look at my dinner plate…I of course caved into my feline overlords and gave her a piece. She then went over to Mrs.P’s side of the table and did the exact same thing to her…and got rewarded again. So I wondered how long she would do this so we went back and forth 3 times…the little lady got 6 small pieces of salmon and then pooped out and fell asleep on the couch. Motor running like crazy the whole time.
I used to have a cat that would try to eat cantelope. He loved the stuff.
Oh, and just to follow the rules, here are my new babies. They live at my SO’s, but they’re half mine. Hobbes. Calvin. That’s BlackCat behind him under the steps. She is NOT impressed with the two new kitties.
In the morning, if I’ve been so neglectful as to leave their food dish empty overnight, I awake to Cuervo purring all over me, licking my eyebrows and generally pretending to love me.
I have learned (as a good servant does) that this means he is hungry. The other two boys wait hidden on the stairs hoping to trip me and brea my neck on the way down. Cuervo meanwhile runs to the food dish and waits for me to pour fresh kibble, which - being a hungry boy - he’ll eat so fast he pukes.
In my shoe.
I haven’t figured out ** why ** this madness happens, I only know that it does.
