28th October, 2007 - 2:45 AM
Feeding The Cats
Current Mood: blah
Listening To: "Me Vs. Maradonna Vs. Elvis" - Brand New
I went to the kitchen. I took a spoon from the drawer.
I left the kitchen and crossed the 'lounge room'. The warmth from the heater distracted me, and so I moved to stand in front of it.
Phoenix scratched at the (glass) door.
"Haha, I'm warm and you're not," I said to him.
He continued to scrabble at the pane.
I glared at him. "I'm coming! I'm coming! No need to give me that look, you know. Jeez... you're so impatient."
I opened the door, grabbed can of cat food from a black shelf set beside the door, beneath the lounge-room window. I pulled off the ring set into the top.
I fed the cats.
James was eyeing their food a little supiciously, and so I said to him, "I'm watching you, James. Don't even try it."
He continued to oggle the cats' food. "Fine. I'm not watching you. But still. Don't eat it. I know you ate it all last time."
James followed me to the door. "Da da daa..." I said after I'd re-entered the lounge-room. I'm not sure why. Then I waved a finger at him in what could have been a threatening way, had it not been me waving the finger. "Don't do it," I told him through the glass.
The above was about the most interesting thing to happen all day.
Yeah. I thought so, too.
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