Open Letter to the Furry
Jun. 24th, 2005 02:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kennahijjaDear Cat,
I do approve of the fact that you're inclined to eat several small helpings of food over the day instead of wolfing down huge portions at once (unless it's something good). That's restrained, and healthy, and wiser than you usually are.
However, if I go to bed at 2am, I do not quite approve of you scratching at the door like bloody mad at 4, only to precede me to the food bowl with straight tail and insistent meowing. If I *do* feed you a few bites then (despite it being in the middle of the bloody night, but I'm weak that way), I *really* do not appreciate you repeating that performance again at 6am. And at 8. *You* sleep 20 hours a day when you feel like it. I don't.
Yes, I was rather grouchy in the morning. Yes, there was no milk. No, I don't feel guilty.
Still, Cat, I felt somewhat vindicated seeing you lie in the open balcony door this morning, two feet away from the food dish, and watching a fly landing on the rim of said food dish with a frantic expression of disinterest, knowing altogether too well you would never catch it, but desperately wishing to jump anyway. So much for feline indifference and dignity. I saw right through you!
Love,
Your Possessed
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I do approve of the fact that you're inclined to eat several small helpings of food over the day instead of wolfing down huge portions at once (unless it's something good). That's restrained, and healthy, and wiser than you usually are.
However, if I go to bed at 2am, I do not quite approve of you scratching at the door like bloody mad at 4, only to precede me to the food bowl with straight tail and insistent meowing. If I *do* feed you a few bites then (despite it being in the middle of the bloody night, but I'm weak that way), I *really* do not appreciate you repeating that performance again at 6am. And at 8. *You* sleep 20 hours a day when you feel like it. I don't.
Yes, I was rather grouchy in the morning. Yes, there was no milk. No, I don't feel guilty.
Still, Cat, I felt somewhat vindicated seeing you lie in the open balcony door this morning, two feet away from the food dish, and watching a fly landing on the rim of said food dish with a frantic expression of disinterest, knowing altogether too well you would never catch it, but desperately wishing to jump anyway. So much for feline indifference and dignity. I saw right through you!
Love,
Your Possessed
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