I am so MEAN to my cats!

This evening, as I was preparing our dinner, I took two glass bowls out of the cupboard and then went to the pantry for a bottle of fry sauce I bought ages ago. When I can back to the kitchen, there was Noel, meowing for canned food.

At first I thought she was doing it for two reasons:
1. because she does it every day when we are in the kitchen
2. because I took two bowls out from the cupboard we keep their special canned food bowls.

Then the penny dropped -- I had really played a dirty trick on her without even knowing it. Not only had I got those bowls out, I also went into the pantry -- exactly the routine I do when we feed the girls canned food twice a week. Man, she was just meowing up a storm and looking so pitiful; "Where's the canned food? I am starving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Poor Noel -- and Sadie, who she suckered into believing there was canned food coming. Pita was smart, she stayed in her perch -- she's much more cautious than the rest of them and doesn't like to look stupid.

An Idiot Abroad

OMG! If you haven't caught "An Idiot Abroad" on the Science channel yet, you are missing out! This show is hilarious. An average guy -- Karl Pilkington -- is set in foreign countries by Ricky Gervais and Steven Merchant, with some wickedly strange adventures, is terrific! Karl is just like what most of us watching the show are like -- a guy who just doesn't get why people would do or make or eat or sleep the way they do but still gets something out of the adventure. As the series as progressed, he seems to be more comfortable seeing odd things but there still is that "yeeugh" feeling from him. Check it out on Saturdays on the Science Channel.

Grampsie words & cats

I have found myself using words my Grampsie used -- words like schmaltzy and dikabook ( the oo is pronounced like it would be in moon. Supposedly German for stomach or tummy. We were allowed to say belly -- too crude!) I have been using schamaltzy indiscriminately for two weeks. Must be missing my grandfather.

The other night Sadie snuck into our bedroom when I went to give Michael his fifth goodnight smooch. Since he doesn't have the top blanket over his feet, there is a space where it is perfect for a burrowing cat to dig into. The only problem was, her tail was sticking straight up and then bent like a shepherd's crook. I told her I could still see her and in a matter of nanoseconds, all of her was under the covers. It was adorable! Now who says cats can't learn stuff!

Playing catch up, sorta

Have a couple of things on my mind -- first of all, a negative thing. I went to Hamley's Cafe in Pendleton on Saturday -- don't know why there were so many people in there but the food was awful. I had their tuna melt -- sounded so good; Swiss cheese :P on a hoagie bun -- way too many onions. The coffee I ordered tasted both burnt and bitter. I really only wanted a little coffee with my carmel soy milk -- major disappointment. And the clam chowder. I cannot even describe what it tasted like because it didn't even taste like anything resembling clam chowder, soup or food in the general. I will give it another try in the future but so far, not impressed.

A weird thing -- Tonight I was reading while my honey watched basketball. At one point, during a time out, the announcers broke away to some trade between the Nets and the Nuggets being off. The owner is Russian, which seems so bloody odd to me. I am from the generation who learned civil defense in p.e. and how to birth a baby during a nuclear attack. Where the Russians were always the bad guys because they were commies. As an adult I can rationalize the communism -- good idea, just difficult to implement the way it should be because people are, after all, greedy -- I was shocked.  I know it is certainly possible for a Russian citizen to have enough money to buy a basketball team, it was still shocking. How far our world has come and yet, still not far enough.