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Dec. 31st, 2006 11:34 amI have a cat, well, two cats really. The cat I am talking about, though, is the orange one.
I like the fact that cats are independent, and I have encouraged this trait in my cats, sometimes
to my detriment. For example, the orange cat sometimes decides that it's not sleeping time
anymore, and prances about the house singing, doing light scratching at closet doors (not enough
to hurt anything, I think he just likes the noise), and shredding paper that's been left around
the house (but no books, he knows that that rule is invariant). As occurred last night, necessitating
a timeout in the kitty krate while I finished sleeping.
But this is neither here nor there.
A few weeks ago, I was cooking, and a piece of green onion (~6cm) fell on the floor.
The orange cat sniffed at it, and even though I told him that it was not kitty food, he picked up
and carried it away. I later surprised him while he was playing his new game.
Orange kitty game - Rules
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So, I get up this morning and decide to have a bit of brunch. I make some spiced pork and rosemary potatoes. However, I want more than this, so I grab the bag of wild greens, splash a bit of red wine vinegar, a few spices, and a lot of pepper on it. I then sit down to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls whilst consuming my morning repast.
As an aside, I prefer to eat my salad with chopsticks, as it does not damage the leaves, and everything tastes better.
As an aside to the aside, while I am quite good using chopsticks to eat sushi and Chinese, occasionally, they do not work quite so well with salad.
So I accidentally drop a piece of spinach on the floor. A piece of spinach covered with red wine vinegar and pepper. A piece of spinach spiced just right to allow an orange kitty to make a face when he picks it up.
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There is a puzzling green soggy thing in my brown shoe this morning.
I like the fact that cats are independent, and I have encouraged this trait in my cats, sometimes
to my detriment. For example, the orange cat sometimes decides that it's not sleeping time
anymore, and prances about the house singing, doing light scratching at closet doors (not enough
to hurt anything, I think he just likes the noise), and shredding paper that's been left around
the house (but no books, he knows that that rule is invariant). As occurred last night, necessitating
a timeout in the kitty krate while I finished sleeping.
But this is neither here nor there.
A few weeks ago, I was cooking, and a piece of green onion (~6cm) fell on the floor.
The orange cat sniffed at it, and even though I told him that it was not kitty food, he picked up
and carried it away. I later surprised him while he was playing his new game.
Orange kitty game - Rules
- Take green onion in mouth
- Make a face, 'cause green onion tastes strong
- Carry green onion into living room
- Place green onion in brown shoe
- Using paw, remove green onion from brown shoe
- Place green onion in mouth
- Make face for the same reasons listed above
- Repeat until green onion is a soggy mess
- Leave soggy green onion in brown shoe for
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guppiecat to discover later
.
.
.
So, I get up this morning and decide to have a bit of brunch. I make some spiced pork and rosemary potatoes. However, I want more than this, so I grab the bag of wild greens, splash a bit of red wine vinegar, a few spices, and a lot of pepper on it. I then sit down to watch an episode of Gilmore Girls whilst consuming my morning repast.
As an aside, I prefer to eat my salad with chopsticks, as it does not damage the leaves, and everything tastes better.
As an aside to the aside, while I am quite good using chopsticks to eat sushi and Chinese, occasionally, they do not work quite so well with salad.
So I accidentally drop a piece of spinach on the floor. A piece of spinach covered with red wine vinegar and pepper. A piece of spinach spiced just right to allow an orange kitty to make a face when he picks it up.
.
.
.
There is a puzzling green soggy thing in my brown shoe this morning.
