I awoke this morning at 4 A. fucking M. to the insistent mews of our cat Galaxy 500, aka Lunchbox, now aka Mittagessenkasten. insistent early morning mews only mean one thing around this house: "I brought you a gift!" since stepping on an eviscerated vole first thing in the morning is not my idea ov a good wakeup i decided to take care ov whatever her gift was right away.
Lunchbox has taken her gift-giving to an entirely different level in the last few days. while before she was content to bring us whatever she found in the yard, she seems to shopping with an eye that is unnervingly discerning for a cat. saturday afternoon she ran into the bedroom with a hunk ov cheese. we figured that she had just grabbed some from our lunch that still lay out on the kitchen counter but this was not the case. she had snagged herself a fine piece ov soft gouda from only the Kitty God knows where. i guess she noticed we liked cheese (since we eat it more often that we eat voles, mice and sparrows) and decided to get us something special. so what did she bring us this morning? vienna sausage streaked with some kind ov white sauce that i preferred not to even try to identify. it may be strange and disgusting but it beat the hell out ov voles. if she follows in this vein she'll bring crackers soon.
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i thought the funniest part of the cheese gift was, after I had dismissed it as "oh, that's just cheese. you got the cheese off the table." when you rolled over me and said, 'sweetheart, THAT'S NOT OUR CHEESE.' i couldn't stop laughing. you know, you were there.
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