Aug. 11th, 2008
...can't live with 'em, can't boot 'em across the room when anybody's looking.
Anyone who has a cat knows that when you have a perfectly clean bowl of water sitting right by the sink (where she's trained you to put it), which is refilled with clean, cool water once a day or more, that the water which is INFINITELY preferable is the three-day-old half-glass of water sitting by the bed with a dead fly floating in it.
Or at least had a dead fly in it. I believe the cat has supplemented her diet with an extra bit of protein. She'll be so bummed to discover I've gotten rid of the half-glass of water she's been jamming her head way down into and drinking from for three days.
Anyone who has a cat knows that when you have a perfectly clean bowl of water sitting right by the sink (where she's trained you to put it), which is refilled with clean, cool water once a day or more, that the water which is INFINITELY preferable is the three-day-old half-glass of water sitting by the bed with a dead fly floating in it.
Or at least had a dead fly in it. I believe the cat has supplemented her diet with an extra bit of protein. She'll be so bummed to discover I've gotten rid of the half-glass of water she's been jamming her head way down into and drinking from for three days.