My cats get canned food every day. I cycle through the flavors so they get some sense of variety and don't get burned out on their favorites. Their current favorite is chunks of meat in gravy and they never know when it's about to come up in the queue. The instant I pop the top off the can, though, they know whether it's gravy day.
Today is a gravy day.
I tell Oz about it later. "The cats go nuts when I open the can. They dance around on their hind legs and sing the Happy Gravy Song."
"They dance together? Like a tango?"
"No, they don't know how. They put their front paws on the kitchen cabinet for balance and dance beside each other. Kind of like a line dance."
"Oh."
I now have the oddest image in my head.
141 words | April 3, 2005 08:44 PM | Felis Major