You all know how this new kitty caused my realization that Garfield isn’t a vaguely funny fictional comic strip, but a hard-hitting documentary? Finding her face-down in a pan of enchiladas. Having to fight to keep her from eating off the other end of your cheeseburger while you’re on the front end. How she will eat your spaghetti if you leave it for a second to go to the restroom. And on and on.
Last night she tried to eat a cookie! Which I was also trying to eat.
So, this morning, I encouraged the orange cat to eat her breakfast.
The trouble with cats is that they don’t understand getting even. Because now the new kitty is moping around on the back of the couch because the world is unfair.
Damn straight, kitty. The world was unfair when you were eating off my plate when you thought I wasn’t looking.