Feigning a Long Slow Death

Posted on April 23, 2005 in Cats

Some cats live lives of loud desparation. We ran out of dry cat food yesterday, which does not bother Boadicea or Ms. Mew in the least because they are afficianados of the Tongol Tuna mixtures from Trader Joe’s. Fiona, on the other hand, felt that her precious fat reserves were in danger of depletion. She pursued Lynn and I up and down the hall, stilettoing us with her plaintive cries for sustenance.

“Lynn,” I barked. “Will you do something about this cat?”

“I’ll pick up some dry cat food later today,” she promised.

Alas for Fiona this was not soon enough. She rolled on her back, whimpering, and feigned a long, slow, agonizing death.