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So, the cat called me a liar
Apr. 3rd, 2009 11:08 pmTwo nights ago, Stella was playing with a mutant cricket bug (cave cricket) in the bathroom.
Well, she lost it.
And as Stella is the bitcher cat, she told everybody who went into the bathroom that she lost her bug and wanted their assistance in finding it. NOW.
By happenstance, we did actually find her bug. But because Stella didn't see that the bug came out from the last place she saw it, she wasn't convinced it was her bug. She kept going back to the last place she saw it and bitching.
Spot chased it for her and she also ended up losing it (must have been one crafty bug), but didn't bitch about it.
Here we are, two days later, and when I went into the bathroom a little bit ago, there was Stella, looking for her damn bug.
But, she didn't demand that I help her.
Maybe she's finally figured out that the bipeds in this house are useless when it comes to bug finding.
Well, she lost it.
And as Stella is the bitcher cat, she told everybody who went into the bathroom that she lost her bug and wanted their assistance in finding it. NOW.
By happenstance, we did actually find her bug. But because Stella didn't see that the bug came out from the last place she saw it, she wasn't convinced it was her bug. She kept going back to the last place she saw it and bitching.
Spot chased it for her and she also ended up losing it (must have been one crafty bug), but didn't bitch about it.
Here we are, two days later, and when I went into the bathroom a little bit ago, there was Stella, looking for her damn bug.
But, she didn't demand that I help her.
Maybe she's finally figured out that the bipeds in this house are useless when it comes to bug finding.
