Fielder has graduated from wanting his own yogurt (I can't have milk on my cereal) while I eat mine with cereal to wanting only my bowl after I've gotten all that nasty granola out of the now-apparently-yummy yogurt that's been "granolified" by its essence. I think that's the reasoning, though with cats one never knows. He stares really hard at me while I eat, trying to get me to hurry up and let him have the bowl; cat hypnotism, I'm sure.
BTW, how horrible about your shoulder! I had no idea! (Though I'm sure there's a terrible, seriously non-PC joke about dance as a dangerous contact sport lurking there somewhere. All my bone breaks, except my leg -- oddly enough - were from dancing, actually. Ballet, though.)
I still do unnecessary things sometimes like keeping the basement door shut or looking for a furry little beast to come tearing around the corner when I open a can even though I lost both of my cats four years ago. After having them for almost 20 years, old habits remain.
Hope your shoulder is feeling a bit better. PLEASE let me know if you need anything; a ride somewhere, something picked up, or just girl chat.
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Date: 2006-09-11 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 08:46 pm (UTC)BTW, how horrible about your shoulder! I had no idea! (Though I'm sure there's a terrible, seriously non-PC joke about dance as a dangerous contact sport lurking there somewhere. All my bone breaks, except my leg -- oddly enough - were from dancing, actually. Ballet, though.)
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Date: 2006-09-11 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-11 08:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-12 05:07 am (UTC)How is the shoulder, anyway? Sorry you're broken!
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Date: 2006-09-12 06:38 pm (UTC)Hope your shoulder is feeling a bit better. PLEASE let me know if you need anything; a ride somewhere, something picked up, or just girl chat.