I go through this every night. I get to my campsite around midnight. Crawl into my sleeping bag. And Im just about to go to sleep. When Moo Cat shows up. She immediately starts meowing at me. Its her FEED ME! FEED ME! meow. I tell her: You KNOW whats going to happen if I take out the cat food now. But she persists with her meowing. To hear her crying youd think she was starving to death. Her stomach is bulging out on both sides. But to hear her youd think theres no way she could make it through the night until her breakfast feeding in the morning. . ,. , I crawl all the way into my bag and cover my head under the covers because I know whats coming next. Moo Cat starts taking these playful jabs with her claws in the general direction of my head, along with even more persistent pleadings. ... Finally I get up and say, All right already! Open up a big can of cat food and dump it into the catfood dish. Moo Cat eagerly takes about 4 or 5 gulps of the catfood. Then she suddenly bolts off into the woods in a panic.. This big mob of hairy raccoons immediately pops up out of nowhere, descends on the catfood, and spends the next fifteen minutes devouring all the catfood in a feeding frenzy of grunts and growls and shrieks. . . I go through this same bullshit virtually every night. What can I say, I have a hard time turning down a cat.
Posted on: Sat, 20 Sep 2014 04:41:06 +0000