Life with Lilly.
I'm sitting at my desk processing edits to Late Eclipses of the Sun -- and completely rewriting three early chapters, which is always fun -- when my housemate calls for me to come out to the kitchen for a minute. I go, grousing all the way, since I really want to finish the edits before I have to leave for the day.
There is a can of cat food sitting, perfectly centered, in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Him: "Did you put that there?"
Me: "No."
Him: "I didn't put that there."
Me: "I didn't think so."
Lilly: *suddenly appears next to my right leg, looking innocently towards the can*
Cue uproarious laughter from the humans, while the cat continues to look politely interested in the presence of a cat food can. My, what could that be? Might it be food.
Me: "Right, feed the cat."
Him: "You're rewarding her behavior, you know."
Me: "Yes. I'm rewarding her for not meowing until she gets fed."
Him: "...point."
Lilly: "NOM."
Life with a Siamese. It's never boring.
There is a can of cat food sitting, perfectly centered, in the middle of the kitchen floor.
Him: "Did you put that there?"
Me: "No."
Him: "I didn't put that there."
Me: "I didn't think so."
Lilly: *suddenly appears next to my right leg, looking innocently towards the can*
Cue uproarious laughter from the humans, while the cat continues to look politely interested in the presence of a cat food can. My, what could that be? Might it be food.
Me: "Right, feed the cat."
Him: "You're rewarding her behavior, you know."
Me: "Yes. I'm rewarding her for not meowing until she gets fed."
Him: "...point."
Lilly: "NOM."
Life with a Siamese. It's never boring.