Me: What the HELL are you doing? It’s five in the freaking morning!
Cat: I am opening this bag of food.
Me: WHY? You’ve got a dish full of food. And another bag of food that’s still half full.
Cat: I want this food.
Me: You can’t open the bag. You don’t have opposable thumbs.
Cat: I have teeth. They’re better. Noisier, for one. Listen to this delicious ripping!
Me: It’s 5am. Please, for the love of sleep. Stop? Please?
Cat: I don’t care about this “5am” that you speak of. I am awake. You are now awake. So there is no problem.
Me: *punt*
Conversations with a Cat at 5am
May 29th, 2007
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