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Complex Numbers #714593 added January 2, 2011 at 10:27pm
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More Proof...
...of how awesome I am.
I feed one cat outside and the other one inside, else the first cat, Ghost, would eat all of Kali's food after he was done with his. Kali's a slow eater.
I always put Ghost's food in the same place: on the deck, between the recycling bin and the cinderblock. (I keep a cinderblock on the deck in case I have something out there I need to keep from blowing away, or keep the raccoons out of... oh, hell, no, I have no idea where it came from and no good way to dispose of it so it sits there.)
So today I dumped Ghost's food into his plate, and, as usual, he comes running out of nowhere once he hears the can open. I think it's a genetic thing with cats; they're hard-wired to appear when a can opens.
I dump the food in his plate, and he runs around the deck looking for it.
"Ghost. It's over here."
"Where?"
"Here. HERE. Where it always is."
"Where?"
So I pick him up and put him at the plate, and he starts scarfing the disgusting cat food.
I come back in, where my roommate has heard the entire exchange, and I say:
"Not the sharpest claw on the scratching post, that one."
He looks at me.
"You're just way too proud of yourself for saying that."
"Even more proud that I just made it up."
That's how awesome I am. |
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