Struggling to study for my Electronic Devices midterm today, I keep closing my eyes. I give up after awhile and take a nap, or try to. My gray cat, Monte Alban (story there, I didn't name him), is afflicted with the excessive energy that has plagued my cats since I put them on diet food and which they mostly use to beg for food. He wanders into the sitting room and walks around me where I lie on the futon.
Purring casually, he tries to pull the blanket off me. Wouldn't you like to go downstairs and, say, put down some crunchy food?
"Mmm." I pull the blanket back up and turn my head away from the light spilling in the window.
Oh, come on. You didn't put down extra this morning.
"There was still food left this morning," I point out.
It's gone now. Besides, we're at the bottom of the bag. That food is nasty. You could open the new bag. He licks his paw and steps over me. He makes another attempt at the blanket.
"You'll eat it if you're hungry enough."
I think I am. Try me.
He's a sly one, isn't he?
197 words | March 9, 2004 08:20 PM | Felis Major