Meg here, hope you enjoy this post from my Meg S Hart human blog.
So this morning I was checking whatever one feels compelled to check
on their laptop first thing in the morning, when I heard a loud
crunching sound. It's a sound my cat-mom ears know well, crunching
cellophane. Nothing pleases Fin more than to chomp on a hunk of the
stuff. Of course I have to be the buzz-kill and stop her.
a mission to make sure she doesn't swallow a huge swath, I begin my
surveillance. I spot her quickly on the dining table (now I'll have to
figure out how she got up there too) and she has her back to me.
KNOCK THAT OFF!" I shout to the unresponsive Finny. Well perhaps not
unresponsive because she turns towards me at that point, perhaps to show
a more flagrant disregard for my order. I see an object in the darkness
but still can't tell what she might be crunching away on.
MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!" We both know that's probably a lie.Apparently
she heard "jump off the table and take your prize with you" because
that's what she did instead. I was finally able to see what she had
A fortune cookie still in it's little
cellophane sack. It was resting comfortably in her jaws as she fled the
scene of the crime. The site of it tickled me so much that I even let
her crunch it for a time.
Her fortune? Don't stop dreaming, otherwise sleep will get boring. A great fortune for a sleepy kitty I say.
what? Me and my girl will be celebrating our birthdays on Sunday. She
will be turning 15 and I will be celebrating 15 too, sure there will be
another 31 on top of that, but who's counting. I think I need to plan a