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moolah and the cat olympics

our 1-year-old cat moolah putters around in the morning as i get ready for work, doing languid laps around her feeding dish, emitting what my brother dubbed an "impoverished meow" -- a tiny meow that trails off into a little woosh of expelled air, like she doesn't even have the strength to muster a full meow (this, despite the fact that we feed her four half-can portions of fancy feast wet food everyday -- for non-cat owners, this is an appropriate amount of food for a day. she refuses to touch her dry food, by the way. she's learned that we'll give her the wet food that she wants if she asks. the impoverished meow is a sign of high intelligence and cunning, i think).

it used to be that after she ate, she would be all energy, catapulting herself over the couch in between our living rooms (yep, we got two), bolting into the cupboards of our pantry, springing up to the highest summits our apartment has to offer, all as i went about my business getting ready to leave for the day. ever since i've taken to ironing my clothes in the morning, however, i've seen less and less of the cat olympics. being the smart cat i believe she is, i think moolah senses that i'm entirely too preoccupied with what i'm doing to even acknowledge her antics. before, her playfulness in the morning used to frustrate me a little bit, as i felt bad about not being able to take more than a minute or two to goof off with her.

but now that she doesn't even try anymore ... i don't know, makes me a little sad. it's like i'm disappointing her.

posted by jomilkman @ 3:25 PM