that furry little tramp…

November 26, 2007 § Leave a comment

Due to all our recent travels, Mr. Man automated our cats. Well, not the cats themselves, but their food and water delivery; with all these fancy new machines providing them with everything their heart desires (okay, 85% of their desires). They don’t necessarily need us anymore.

And they know it.

This weekend we watched as little Merckxie went out to the porch and sat in front of the new feeder. He meowed a few times, like he does when he wants our attention, and when that didn’t work he rolled on his back and did his cutest flippy-kitty routine on the floor.

He courted the machine.

I was just made obsolete.

One of these days I’m going to get the New York photos up here, but I need a couple minutes to catch my breath. We’ve moved and shook more this year than the rest of my life combined, I think. Craziness.


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