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xiphias ([personal profile] xiphias) wrote2004-09-07 09:09 pm
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Problem solving, involving cats.

LIS: There's a big moth in the bedroom, please get rid of it.
IAN: Where?
LIS: It's on the wall above the humidifier on your bureau.
IAN: It's too high up; I can't reach it.
LIS: Can the cat?
IAN: What?
LIS: Can you have the cat get the moth?
IAN: Which cat?
LIS: OUR cat.
IAN: Okay, I'll try. Where is the Boop?
LIS: Last I saw, she was in the bathroom.

[IAN goes into the bathroom, picks up the cat -- who, incidentally, had a vaguely guilty look on her face, that's not a good sign -- carries her too the bedroom, and puts her on the bureau next to the humidifier.]

IAN: Cat, look there. No, there. Up, cat. Above you.
LIS: Does she see it?
IAN: She's facing the wrong way.

[IAN turns cat around. Cat looks at some random piece of fluff on the dresser.]

IAN: Look UP, cat. There's a moth there. You LIKE eating moths.

[IAN takes cat's head in his hands and points head directly at the moth. Boopsie suddenly perks up, stretches out her neck.]

IAN: Okay, she sees it.

[CAT whacks moth, which falls down behind dresser.]

IAN: That didn't take long. . .

[CAT looks mournfully down behind dresser. . . ]

[identity profile] janetmiles.livejournal.com 2004-09-07 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[IAN takes cat's head in his hands and points head directly at the moth. Boopsie suddenly perks up, stretches out her neck.]

I think this is the line that makes the story.


If it were a [livejournal.com profile] sailorjim story, the cat would have fallen down behind the dresser and the moth would have flown out the window.

[identity profile] lietya.livejournal.com 2004-09-07 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
I laughed, because I so know that moment, when they suddenly go "on point" and you know they've finally seen the prey. I've also used cats as bug-disposal mechanisms. The only problem is that they don't always like to *eat* them, so I often end up with bug disposal duty anyway, only now it's been dismembered. Yech.

Actually, one time a cat chasing a moth really discovered mid-snatch that the screen was open, and bolted out the window. She didn't quite "fly," but it was rather a role reversal. (The moth, meanwhile, fled deeper into the house.)