The cats love to
eat kill torture bugs – something I’m told isn’t a bit abnormal. Nevertheless, it causes Karin no small amount of angst because, well, what the hell is that thing!? And where is the remainder of its unwelcome clan lurking? And should Diblet really be using it for a cat-toy? Granted, we’ve yet to see a centipede inside the house and nasty arachnids like scorpions and funnel-web spiders pretty much shun Seattle, but that doesn’t make a brightly colored, ridiculously elongated exoskeleton with wings any less creepy. What if it’s a previously undiscovered and unusually venomous type of damselfly!?
Anyway, the magazine I noticed on the living room floor this morning was placed there to cover up said Technicolor torture victim, serving the dual purpose of completely removing any possibility a cat could consume the bug while also keeping Karin from actually having to touch it.
This practice is, evidently, something that particularly bothers our cats. They are not receptive to having their wriggling playthings taken away, as I learned from DG a little while later…
…I found teh Deej sitting in his new favorite spot on the corner of our bed. He likes this new location because it gives him a wonderful view of the bird nesting in an awning just outside our bedroom window. He’ll sit there staring out the window for an hour straight, flicking his tail and making these weird, clicking sounds with his mouth. He was so into it this morning he looked as if he might start dripping drool. I said, “Boy, you sure want to get at that bird, huh, Deej? Don’t you just want to catch it and smack it around for a little while?”
“Sure,” he mumbled in reply, “but mommy would just put a magazine on top of it.”