My cat is a terrorist. She is 12 and on a diet, and wants to make me pay for it. When she wakes up, she behaves as someone famished. She watches me as I sleep from the perch of a tall dresser peering at me imperiously. Her paw sweeps cellphones, pill bottles, glasses cases to the ground in successive thuds. She turns the exposed sides of the box spring into confetti and runs underneath it at full speed. She drags her claws down the bedroom wall. She approaches my semiconscious body turned in a loose fetal position, points her tiny mouth toward my much larger ear, and says, "MEOW!" And when I capitulate, and measure out an 1/8 cup of grain-free meaty pellets, she devours it in seconds. So much sound and fury for such little gain.
My cat is a terrorist. She is 12 and on a diet, and wants to make me pay for it. When she wakes up, she behaves as someone famished. She watches me as I sleep from the perch of a tall dresser peering at me imperiously. Her paw sweeps cellphones, pill bottles, glasses cases to the ground in successive thuds. She turns the exposed sides of the box spring into confetti and runs underneath it at full speed. She drags her claws down the bedroom wall. She approaches my semiconscious body turned in a loose fetal position, points her tiny mouth toward my much larger ear, and says, "MEOW!" And when I capitulate, and measure out an 1/8 cup of grain-free meaty pellets, she devours it in seconds. So much sound and fury for such little gain.
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