Disgustamundo...

[eregyrn]

So there I am, microwaving my dinner, the way you do... and I reach in and get the hot bowl and I'm cradling it in a towel and heading for the counter... and I look down, and there is Morgan (my small, koi-colored, back-up cat) staring at the floor. So I look too, and... there's a thousand-legger, kind of a teenage-sized one, scuttling across the floor. With Morgan watching it, raptly, but not exactly doing anything, of course.

So without breaking stride, I stomp right on that fucker. And I keep going, and put my microwaved bowl onto the counter, and I'm stirring it, and then I look around.

And -- yes -- Morgan has *EATEN* the flattened remains of the thousand-legger. Slurp, right off the floor. Gone.

So let me get this straight.

I live with two pint-sized pumas who, while miniature, are nonetheless the product of millions of years of keenly-honed evolution resulting in compact little predatory machines.

BUT... they need to wait for *ME* to turn the bugs into Insect Pâté, before they can eat them.

Oh sure. Like *that* makes sense.

Comments

[jenlev.livejournal.com]

bwahahaha! ::::faints laughing:::

your cat just has really good taste in pate (sorry, can't figure out the doohicky on my laptop for the appropriate addition to that word.)

your description of this meal is *perfect*. *g*