Cats. No brains, but cats.
Sep. 23rd, 2004 08:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xiphiasSo, we were having Leftovers for dinner tonight. Specifically, leftover veal. And I, being a terrible influence on cats, all three of whom were up in our kitchen pestering us, tossed a small chunk of meat to Boopsie, who chewed on it quite happily for a while before finishing it off.
The other cats appeared interested, but Boopsie whacked them and it was all cool.
So I gave each of the other cats a piece of meat, too, and gave Boopsie a second piece of meat (because she's my favorite).
Persephone's piece of meat vanished. In like three sixteenths of a second. Like, you know those anglerfish that you need really, really high speed film to watch them eat other fish? That's how Persephone ate her piece of meat.
Violet, on the other hand. . .
Boopsie's food bowl is on a tray, which Lis swiped from Sherman Cafeteria at Brandeis fifteen years ago. It is on the tray in a futile attempt to keep the kitty kibble that Boopsie strews about when she's eating contained. When we give her other food, we often put it in glass ramekins, which we then place on Boopsie's tray.
At the moment, Boopsie's tray has three empty glass ramekins and a food dish on it.
I dropped Violet's piece of meat on Boopsie's tray, because the Boop was several feet away looking at her second piece of meat, and occasionally looking up at me with a sort of, "Dude, the first piece you gave me was better," kind of look. Persephone was standing next to Boopsie's tray, looking vaguely at the place where her piece had very briefly been before she ate it.
Violet was attempting to eat her piece of meat, and mainly throwing it about the tray.
It fetched up next to a ramekin. Glass ramekin, remember. No, this isn't a story about breakage -- these ramekins are virtually indestructable without heavy equipment, and the cats have yet to figure out how to rent such. Not breakable, but transparent.
Violet lost track of where the piece of meat was. And wandered about the tray looking for it. And then she saw it! It was right in front of her!
And she bonked her head on the ramekin, as she saw the meat on the other side of it.
"Hunh," she appeared to think. "That was weird." And she reached out to get it.
*Tink*.
"Hunh, that didn't work. I should do it again. Many, many times in a row."
*Tink*. *tinktinktinktinktinktinkwhack*.
She kept attempting to reach through the ramekin. With no notable success.
Persephone, meanwhile, had noticed that Boopsie had a piece of meat. And walked over to get it.
*swatwhack*. Boopsie's getting better at this.
"Persephone!" I said. "Look! Violet's piece of meat! Violet is totally failing to get HER piece of meat! Go get Violet's piece of meat!"
Persephone looked over at Violet, (*tink*. "Hunh. Still not working. Wonder why." *tink*), and made another try for Boopsie's meat. *swatwhat*.
Around this time, Violet got bored and wandered off.
"Look, Seph! Meat! Over there, on the tray! Go get the meat!"
Lis looked up. "Ibex! Go get the ibex!" she said.
Then Boopsie got bored and wandered off. And Sephie snarfed Boopsie's meat, then went over to the tray and ate that one, too.
Actually, when you get right down to it, Sephie got all the meat. So, really, is she actually all that dumb?
The other cats appeared interested, but Boopsie whacked them and it was all cool.
So I gave each of the other cats a piece of meat, too, and gave Boopsie a second piece of meat (because she's my favorite).
Persephone's piece of meat vanished. In like three sixteenths of a second. Like, you know those anglerfish that you need really, really high speed film to watch them eat other fish? That's how Persephone ate her piece of meat.
Violet, on the other hand. . .
Boopsie's food bowl is on a tray, which Lis swiped from Sherman Cafeteria at Brandeis fifteen years ago. It is on the tray in a futile attempt to keep the kitty kibble that Boopsie strews about when she's eating contained. When we give her other food, we often put it in glass ramekins, which we then place on Boopsie's tray.
At the moment, Boopsie's tray has three empty glass ramekins and a food dish on it.
I dropped Violet's piece of meat on Boopsie's tray, because the Boop was several feet away looking at her second piece of meat, and occasionally looking up at me with a sort of, "Dude, the first piece you gave me was better," kind of look. Persephone was standing next to Boopsie's tray, looking vaguely at the place where her piece had very briefly been before she ate it.
Violet was attempting to eat her piece of meat, and mainly throwing it about the tray.
It fetched up next to a ramekin. Glass ramekin, remember. No, this isn't a story about breakage -- these ramekins are virtually indestructable without heavy equipment, and the cats have yet to figure out how to rent such. Not breakable, but transparent.
Violet lost track of where the piece of meat was. And wandered about the tray looking for it. And then she saw it! It was right in front of her!
And she bonked her head on the ramekin, as she saw the meat on the other side of it.
"Hunh," she appeared to think. "That was weird." And she reached out to get it.
*Tink*.
"Hunh, that didn't work. I should do it again. Many, many times in a row."
*Tink*. *tinktinktinktinktinktinkwhack*.
She kept attempting to reach through the ramekin. With no notable success.
Persephone, meanwhile, had noticed that Boopsie had a piece of meat. And walked over to get it.
*swatwhack*. Boopsie's getting better at this.
"Persephone!" I said. "Look! Violet's piece of meat! Violet is totally failing to get HER piece of meat! Go get Violet's piece of meat!"
Persephone looked over at Violet, (*tink*. "Hunh. Still not working. Wonder why." *tink*), and made another try for Boopsie's meat. *swatwhat*.
Around this time, Violet got bored and wandered off.
"Look, Seph! Meat! Over there, on the tray! Go get the meat!"
Lis looked up. "Ibex! Go get the ibex!" she said.
Then Boopsie got bored and wandered off. And Sephie snarfed Boopsie's meat, then went over to the tray and ate that one, too.
Actually, when you get right down to it, Sephie got all the meat. So, really, is she actually all that dumb?
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:31 pm (UTC)*You* are
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:33 pm (UTC)Not least because I think we have the same 3 cats - *whack*er, hyper attention span of a flea, and maybe not so bright. In fact, 15 minutes ago, the latter was in the tub sticking her head under the faucet. She'd stick it in, jerk back, shake off, look horrified.... lather, rinse, repeat. Made me think of you, in fact.
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:48 pm (UTC)Just sayin'.
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:50 pm (UTC)I hope it made you think of me because of my CATS, and not because I do things like stick my head under running water, jerk it back, shake off, look horrified, and repeat ad infinitum.
Although there are people on my friends list who HAVE seen me do similar things. . .
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Date: 2004-09-23 07:51 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-23 08:31 pm (UTC)I walk into walls pretty regularly, so I can't cast stones.
cats in the morning
Date: 2004-09-24 04:39 am (UTC)How do I create a blog like this for myself? How do I become a livejournal member rather than anonymous? Are there social rules for blogging?
I put up a post on the depression thread with wisdom learned over the past 54 years of working with physiological depression. One recent improvemnt I just noticed that should be added is that since I have been taking L-tryptophan in the evening for my sleep, I have not been needing the anti depressant. Tryptophan is a precursor to seratonin.
I love my kitties but they seem fairly smart and therefor do not create such great stories. Ian you are a wonderful writer!
love,
Jillaurie
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Date: 2004-09-24 07:50 am (UTC)Wait, wasn't Boop the one you had to point at the bug? You're saying you have a cat that needs even more tutoring than that? Wow.
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Date: 2004-09-24 02:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-09-24 02:49 pm (UTC)The difference is, it works when she does it.
*BASH* *BASH* *BASH* *BASHcreeaak. . . *
And there isn't a rug outside our bedroom door, so she's just stripped the paint off of about a quarter of it.
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Date: 2005-11-28 07:02 am (UTC)*laughs so hard he snorts* Dude.
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Date: 2005-11-28 12:06 pm (UTC)