Tuesday, May 06, 2003
Reap what you sow |11:48 AM| I wouldn't call my cat patient, or determined. She just doesn't have anything better to do with her evening then bug the fuck out of me when she's hungry. The problem is that I ran out of food yesterday for her. Well, seeing as I'm waiting for money to eat I couldn't exactly afford to get her any food.
That seems cruel, but it actually hadn't occurred to me that if I ran out of food money for myself, I'd run out of it for her as well. After a while of listening to her plaintively meowing, I started looking around the apartment for food.
The fridge held no meat, and no fresh butter. (Yes, when given a chance my cat will eat butter. And then vomit it all over the place, then repeat the process. I didn't feed her butter, she stole it. Goddamn cat). There was an egg, but that's so old I've only got it because I'm afraid to touch it.
I settled on peanut butter, since I've used that (years and years ago) to bait mouse traps. I thought a single jump in the food chain would be okay. The cat wasn't having anything to do with it. My proffered butterknife covered in peanut butter was met with the closest thing to a "What the fuck is this?" expression my cat's face can make. Even placing it in her food bowl did not work. She saw me messing around with her bowl, ran over expectantly, and then stopped when she saw/smell the PB. "Oh no pal. It wasn't that I didn't know it was supposed to be food, it's just that I DON'T EAT THAT SHIT."
I ended up on my hands and knees looking for loose change. I felt really guilty going to the local 24 hour market with a handful of dimes and nickels, but he was really glad to see all that change. Seems he was low.
At least she's stopped meowing. Goddamn cat. Goddamn irresponsible me.
Reap what you sow |11:48 AM| I wouldn't call my cat patient, or determined. She just doesn't have anything better to do with her evening then bug the fuck out of me when she's hungry. The problem is that I ran out of food yesterday for her. Well, seeing as I'm waiting for money to eat I couldn't exactly afford to get her any food.
That seems cruel, but it actually hadn't occurred to me that if I ran out of food money for myself, I'd run out of it for her as well. After a while of listening to her plaintively meowing, I started looking around the apartment for food.
The fridge held no meat, and no fresh butter. (Yes, when given a chance my cat will eat butter. And then vomit it all over the place, then repeat the process. I didn't feed her butter, she stole it. Goddamn cat). There was an egg, but that's so old I've only got it because I'm afraid to touch it.
I settled on peanut butter, since I've used that (years and years ago) to bait mouse traps. I thought a single jump in the food chain would be okay. The cat wasn't having anything to do with it. My proffered butterknife covered in peanut butter was met with the closest thing to a "What the fuck is this?" expression my cat's face can make. Even placing it in her food bowl did not work. She saw me messing around with her bowl, ran over expectantly, and then stopped when she saw/smell the PB. "Oh no pal. It wasn't that I didn't know it was supposed to be food, it's just that I DON'T EAT THAT SHIT."
I ended up on my hands and knees looking for loose change. I felt really guilty going to the local 24 hour market with a handful of dimes and nickels, but he was really glad to see all that change. Seems he was low.
At least she's stopped meowing. Goddamn cat. Goddamn irresponsible me.
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