Saturday, December 11, 2004
If somebody told you the life of a cat is a simple one, somebody lied.
Last night my friend and I went out and he ended up being too drunk to go retreive his car. So being the good friend that I am I told him I'd come get him in the morning to take him to his car in time for him to get to work. While I was over at his house this morning I watched as his cat, Chiheero (I know I spelled that wrong), mercilessly pounced and attacked anything that moved. The bristles of the sheepkin rug, the dangling blinds, my foot, etc.. It just wouldn't stop moving. It was cute to say the least. I like playful cats. I like to goad them into pouncing me as I walk past and I like wrestling with them like my hand is a fellow cat.
...I know, I'm weird.
My friend came out of the bathroom and was like, "Oh, you must be hungry." and proceeded to feed the cat. I chimed in, "Well of course, she's been fighting evil all morning." Itt occurred to me that to this cat she wasn't just playing.. in her imagination she was on a very serious mission: PROTECT THE WORLD FROM THE FORCES OF EVIL.
One thing Chiheero really likes to do is steal chopsticks or nab the straws from people's glasses. If they aren't confiscated, she takes them to some mysterious undisclosed location... her straw-and-chopstick graveyard. But to her, she isn't murdering these useful eating and drinking tools. No, she is killing them before they can have the chance to kill!
It gives me pause to wonder how horrifying it must be to Chiheero when she accidently steps in her pile of straws and chopsticks and "realizes" that they are still "alive". She must feel like Neo facing hundreds of thousands of iterations of Agent Smith.
So what's the point I'm trying to make? There is none really. I'm just bored. Bye!
...I know, I'm weird.
My friend came out of the bathroom and was like, "Oh, you must be hungry." and proceeded to feed the cat. I chimed in, "Well of course, she's been fighting evil all morning." Itt occurred to me that to this cat she wasn't just playing.. in her imagination she was on a very serious mission: PROTECT THE WORLD FROM THE FORCES OF EVIL.
One thing Chiheero really likes to do is steal chopsticks or nab the straws from people's glasses. If they aren't confiscated, she takes them to some mysterious undisclosed location... her straw-and-chopstick graveyard. But to her, she isn't murdering these useful eating and drinking tools. No, she is killing them before they can have the chance to kill!
It gives me pause to wonder how horrifying it must be to Chiheero when she accidently steps in her pile of straws and chopsticks and "realizes" that they are still "alive". She must feel like Neo facing hundreds of thousands of iterations of Agent Smith.
So what's the point I'm trying to make? There is none really. I'm just bored. Bye!
# posted by Squisher of Scorpions @ 10:25 AM 
