Tomorrow morning, she can forage for cereal bits under Elliot’s chair. I’m not feeding her
January 24th, 2009
Matt and I are sitting around in the basement with laptops. I notice my battery is getting low, but the cat is nestled on my lap and I don’t want to go upstairs for the cord. So I do the obvious thing: I ask Matt to get it for me. He is sprawled next to me, his laptop and a beer both perfectly situated. It’s pretty clear that the last thing either of us wants to do is move.
“Please, hon, I’ve got the cat here.”
“Yeah, but I’ve got all this.” [Gestures at his computer/beer set-up.]
“But the cat is a living, breathing creature who is currently relying on me for love and a warm place to sit. I can’t mess with that.”
[Pig stands up, stretches, and slowly steps over onto Matt's legs, where she proceeds to curl up for a nap.]
“Stupid cat.”
January 25th, 2009 at 10:17 am
Funny post – if the cat strategy was effective, I would have considered getting one of my own for such a convenience. Consider velcro for a more permanent cat-on-legs?
January 26th, 2009 at 8:05 am
Sorry – but that is just too funny. Fortunatly, Charlie has never pulled that on me.
January 26th, 2009 at 5:47 pm
It was absolutely perfect. I can guarantee that it is the only time since we found out Laura was pregnant with Siena 5 years ago that I won a Laura-needs-water-but-we’re-both-occupied standoff.
I should go to Vegas.