Tuesday, August 01, 2006
More Shiva (because I just can't help myself)
But damn, is this girl good at manipulating humans for food. She knows all the sounds of food. If I open the fridge, she comes running. If she hears the microwave humming, she comes running. If a coke can is popped open, she comes running.
Not that I actually give her anything from the fridge, microwave, or coke can. She knows she's not getting those goodies. But if she sits there with her eyes all big and pouty, speaking in that made up language of hers, "Mew," "Mew," and rubs my leg with her head over and over, I just might remember that she likes little treats, too.
This "I'm so cute, don't you want to feed me?" trick gets me every time.
It's funny how easily WE are trained, isn't it? Scouty usually uses the cute stuff right off, but if she doesn't get her way she'll monster me. (picture small fuzzy cat standing on hind legs with front paws outstretched and fangs showing!) rawr.
She doesn't care how big you are, she thinks she can probably take you!