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ok, it's time for me to tell you all just how cool (read: weird) my cat is.
a few days ago, i come home from my 8 o clock class and the tv is on, very loud, in my room. i walk in, and bucket looks at me from his attentive perch on my bed like i interrupted his daily dose of comedy central. he's watching the daily show. he turned the damn tv on, undoubtedly by stepping on the remote, but was then watching it.
so tonight, after drinking champagne with nat and amber and mike, i bring a rather high bucket back into my room where i have some valentine's day candy. i'm eating these crispy chocolate foil-wrapped hearts out of a large plastic bag, and i turn around to see him sticking his head in the bag, pulling one out in his mouth, and then trying to chew, drop, and bat the foil open. failing, he proceeds to take several more out of the bag by mouth, one by one, hoping to find an easier one to open. i put them all back in the bag, and tell him that he's a cat. he doesn't like chocolate. he keeps doing it. after about 4 repetitions of the fishing out 4, me putting them back game, i eat one and decide to give him a teensy piece, hopefully not so much as would make him sick, to show him he doesn't like it. he LOVES it.
i'm going to assume this chocolate thing was just because he was high, but he is all around a strange strange cat.
a few days ago, i come home from my 8 o clock class and the tv is on, very loud, in my room. i walk in, and bucket looks at me from his attentive perch on my bed like i interrupted his daily dose of comedy central. he's watching the daily show. he turned the damn tv on, undoubtedly by stepping on the remote, but was then watching it.
so tonight, after drinking champagne with nat and amber and mike, i bring a rather high bucket back into my room where i have some valentine's day candy. i'm eating these crispy chocolate foil-wrapped hearts out of a large plastic bag, and i turn around to see him sticking his head in the bag, pulling one out in his mouth, and then trying to chew, drop, and bat the foil open. failing, he proceeds to take several more out of the bag by mouth, one by one, hoping to find an easier one to open. i put them all back in the bag, and tell him that he's a cat. he doesn't like chocolate. he keeps doing it. after about 4 repetitions of the fishing out 4, me putting them back game, i eat one and decide to give him a teensy piece, hopefully not so much as would make him sick, to show him he doesn't like it. he LOVES it.
i'm going to assume this chocolate thing was just because he was high, but he is all around a strange strange cat.